Kelly, I Was Drunk

They were going in the opposite directions. It wasn't just a metaphor. As She left the terminal, He skipped in. His head was down, looking at a stain on his lapel. He began to blush, immediately embarrassed at the prospect that he had been wearing the blotch for the whole day without noticing. He racked his brain matching the color of his beverages to that of the stain. She never saw him, and they never met.
The pilot and the stewardess just didn't know they were a love story. Truly, they were star-crossed lovers. If he hadn't managed to smear his lapel (it was lasagna, but he was satisfied to believe it wine) and she hadn't been so concerned with finding her hotel, it might have been different, but likely wouldn't have.
The pilot was happy. The stewardess was not. It wouldn't be long before they both went south. One to Atlanta, the other to Houston. It was hardly worth mention, were it not for the misnomer. In fact, her life was very near a remarkable breakthrough. She was a commodity at the time. A beautiful, cheery, personable young stewardess in a world with an increasing obsession with customer service. He was a drunk, and the airline knew it. She stayed humble by remembering the two things her father had told her before she moved out of her parents' home: Stewardesses amount to nothing, and you are going to die. She believed both of these things without question, and also believed that her father was something of an insufferable prick. In neither of these beliefs was she explicitly mistaken.
He stayed humble by waking up every morning. He was a sad shell of a man, the type that you would expect Kevin Spacey to play in a movie. Missing from his bio, however, were the basic intelligence and general depth that seemed prerequisites for a movie character. He had never considered any of this, and was not explicitly mistaken to ignore the rare possibility that Kevin Spacey play his role in a movie.
None of it mattered. They had a love story the universe didn't want to tell (as you know, the universe is very much ambivalent to love stories of all kinds and only tells the ones it does begrudgingly). They had a love story they weren't ready to tell themselves, for love stories never actually begin in passing, on the street, or in airport terminals. But they had a love story.
They didn't miss much.
If that you could be so lucky.