The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

by Jennifer E. Smith

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

That’s the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see him again.

In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity.

Is it possible not to ever know your type—not to even know you have a type—until quite suddenly you do?

There’s always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization.

“Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?”