Flight B6

As the flight landed, I sighed. Finally. It left me drained, and I rubbed my eyes, hoping for some miraculous recovery. I looked to my right, at the person sitting near the window. You loved the window seat, while I detested it. 

Two minutes later, my phone came back to life, and the first person looking for me was you. 

“Finally. Hope you had a safe flight,” you said. 

“Tiring. But safe. How are you?” 

“Hi,” you reminded me. 

“Hi.” Barely two syllables but I knew. I recognized in yor voice that I was still, very much, always landing home.