The first time he saw her, she was a dashing female pilot, engaged to someone else.
The next time he saw her, she was a driver working for someone else, the cinnabar mark in his heart.
From soaring through the skies to crawling along the ground, she went through great highs and lows. She learned that lost love could never be recovered, only to find a way forward when all seemed lost.
So it was you all along. It was always you.
