Letters To Amelia: Day One

For the longest time, I've been trying to learn to swim in the ocean of love I have for Amelia only to panic. I've been drowning here as I've no control over the waves and patterns of this Atlantic. Yet, Amelia, she's doing just fine. She's looking ahead and not down; over me, she flies. Further and further from me she gets in search of the norm, away from any possible storm, out of my sight. Should you crash, plane and all, Amelia, it's in these waters you'll land. I'll try my best to reach you before you sink, don't hesitate to take my hand. We'll float and eventually make it to somewhere far from the nowhere that we've been. I've not been breathing for a while now and can teach you how to see things the way you did back then... Will you teach me to fly?