We met by pure coincidence. A happenstance. We were both headed to New York. I saw her first, in the seat next to mine. She was already situated in the cramped economy seat. I glance at her screen and she just started watching The Lion King. As I took my seat, glanced over, and immediately got emotionally kidnapped by the screen. I didn’t even ask—my eyes just joined the movie. No words were spoken. Just two strangers silently bonding over animated lions. Then it happened. Mufasa fell. She sniffled. I sniffled harder. We both pretended we weren’t two fully grown ups crying on an airplane. At one point we passed a napkin back and forth like it was a sacred artifact (we still have this napkin). The flight attendants nodded respectfully, knowing they were witnessing the start of something beautiful. By the time Simba was looking at the stars, we had formed an unbreakable emotional connection forged by trauma and shared tears at 30,000 feet. Anywho… We're amazed that you have read this far, and just know that was completely fake. None of that happened. But maybe in another life it did, because that would’ve been way cooler than the real story.