Someday, like the people you meet in heaven, you will meet the people you sat next to on an airplane. Our significance to each other will be diminished. We’ll have forgotten that we were, after all, interviewing for our last conversation. Our closeness predicated on an instinct that should we die, we would want to be sitting next to someone we trust, someone we respect, someone we enjoy. Someone we were destined to meet. Someone who we might even be a little in love with.
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