Where My Heart Was Wrong
I was in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend. It had been three years, and he never let me go to him.
I cried, I protested, and I even shouted at him. Alas, all he did was give me a tired answer. "It's for your own good, Wendy."
I shut up because that really was the truth.
I had made frequent trips to him during the first year we were together. The first time I went, I forgot to turn off the stove, and the fire burned my house down.
The second time I went, the elevator I took malfunctioned. I was locked inside for hours. The loss of oxygen nearly knocked me out.
Then, the third time came. I didn't think my luck would be this rotten, but it was. On my way to the airport, I ran