Of Ghosts and Graduation

There’s this one spot in Edinburgh Airport I pass each time I’m there. It’s a pillar by one of the gates with a socket in its base that doesn’t quite work. I know this because I sat there once, leaning against the plug of my charger to keep the power going into my phone, eking out the free wi-fi, as for the first time, message by message, someone told me the story of how they fell in love with me.