Two people. Same flight. Same city. Same airport. Same luggage. Same time. Strangers departing from the same city heading to the same destination connected by a thread neither one was even aware of. Just how small is their world? What are the odds?
Though we may feel that something inside of us died, we still go on… we move on. And in time we get back up and get better. We’re not broken, just bent And we can learn to love again. - Pink
