She was so careful in the way that she always had her hand right there to catch me. It wasn't my fault my legs weren't as steady as the others. And truth be told, a part of me was glad that they weren't. This way we had a connection, something that the others didn't have. Sure the Lion cried and she would hold his hand or the Tin Man would go into how he would save the day for all of us and her hand would go to his arm. But who else was picked up? The answer of course was no one. Well, Toto maybe but he didn't really count, did he?

As we traveled to see the Wizard, a part of me wanted to ask for something else. Instead of being made of straw, maybe he could make me just like her. But that was silly, as if she would care for him if I weren't of straw. She would have no reason to be there, making sure I was all right. And in the end, she would walk away from me, knowing that I could handle everything.

But even that didn't stop me from looking to the horizon now, many days after she had gone back to her Kansas. I could feel my words, my feelings, my hopes of that long journey flowing to her, finding her in Kansas; and letting her know what I had felt from the moment I saw her. In my mind, now that I had one, I saw silver wings, flowing and falling in her direction. Her hand would stretch out and they would land there, telling her all the things that I couldn't. I wondered if she would find a way to come back to Oz, to the others, and more importantly, back to me.

I waited, as I always did when I sent my thoughts to her, hoping that she would be there beside me, her hand to guide me from falling. But as always, the space beside me was empty.

Tomorrow, I would think to myself, tomorrow she will be here with me.

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