point of no return

Point. Point. Point.
Point of no return. 
Yeah, we crossed it. 
No going back. 
Not to the runway. 
Not to where we started.

But hey –
I ran the numbers. 
Fuel. Wind. Baggage – all good. 
Always a plan B. 
Well… there was a plan B.

I launched another flight. 
That’s what we do, right? 
Open skies. 
Open doors. 
Open hearts 
(supposedly).

This one’s a mess. 
Turbulence hit hard.

You’re tense. 
Eyes on the gauges. 
Watching the altitude. 
Wondering if I’ve lost control. 
Wondering if I’ve lost you…

The cabin’s shaking. 
Weather’s trash. 
Passengers restless. 
Tray tables down. 
Shades up. 
Everyone’s wired. 
Deviation? F… yeah.
Autopilot? Off.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking. 
My co-pilot doesn’t trust me. 
Ladies and gentlemen,
your captain’s in love.

This wasn’t the plan. 
But here we are.

Stay seated. 
Buckle up. 
I still have the controls.

We’re not turning back. 
And no –
I’m not sorry.