The first time we met, we were both in uniform- wings pinned perfectly, and smiles that felt more rehearsed than real. New to the job, we took comfort in knowing how one another was feeling. A New York overnight where the crew bonded over dollar pizza, we didn't think anything about it other than two young kids with similar backgrounds. Months later reconnecting over a five hour sit at the airport our friendship turned into something more. Our relationship unfolded like a series of connecting flights- brief moments together before parting ways, counting down the days till we were on the same schedule. But those moments were enough. Whether we were sharing a quick meal in a crowded airport, or brief conversation between flights, we made it work. And now, here we are- not just crewmates, or travel partners, but about to become each others forever. The aisle we'll walk down won't have overhead bins or safety cards, but I know one thing for sure, with you by my side, I'll always feel like I'm flying home.