On the plane ride back from London, I drifted in and out of sleep. For some reason, I could not stop thinking of you. In my more lucid moments, I wondered why the hell you were stuck in my mind. In my dreams, I did not mind, nor question the fact that you were there. I dreamed of my future, and then before my eyes it transformed into something much greater, yet much scarier: our future.
After a while, I shook myself awake. I settled my headphones into my ears and let the music wash over me. I sank into the welcoming softness of my mom's shoulder and tried to make sense of you. It was then that it occurred to me: no one will ever fit me as well as you do.
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