Every time I fly, I low-key pray I might meet my future husband.
Last July, when flying home from my best friend’s wedding, I did.
He had been in Colorado for a friend’s wedding too.
He sat in the aisle seat opposite of me one row back. Thin build, with light brown hair, glasses, and an unapologetic hipster vibe, it wasn’t love at first sight.
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