I left a guy at the airport once. Decided right then and there that I was done with heartache and I was not getting on that flight. Aside from being an embarrassing John Hughes movie moment, I realized I had stopped laughing along the way. Eventually I found someone just as weird as me and now we have three little weirdos of our own and there’s a lot of giggling going on.

If in the in-between, you are not at least SOMETIMES** looking like these two, then leave the airport.

**Doesn’t have to be always. Just sometimes. Mostly.