Sometimes love isn’t about where you land…but who catches you on the way down.

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One clumsy fall in LAX and my life shifts midair. He catches me—this gorgeous, maddeningly calm Australian with an accent that short-circuits my "Whoa, we want you on the plane, not under it." He says with a smile that should be illegal.

I laugh it off...nervously.
Then I board my flight to Sydney… and realize that he’s flying the plane.

I’m traveling halfway across the world to adopt a little girl named Dorothy.
He’s raising his daughter alone after losing his wife, balancing bedtime stories with international long-haul trips.

We talk mid-flight, at the upstairs bar no one tells you exists.
And something starts to spark—quietly, impossibly—before we even touch the ground.

In Sydney, our paths keep crossing..

But I’m a nurse with a life in Connecticut.
He’s a pilot grounded in Australia.

And this time, love might not be enough to close the distance.