I ran into his arms at the airport. He's the love of my life. This couldn't be wrong because everything feels so right. We hold our stubby hands together. They're stubby because we ate each other's fingertips. Like who else would joke around me with like that? Who else would say he would support me financially if my parents didn't like that I quit my job? He says he'll always be there for me. He doesn't care about other girls.

He bought me a big blanket from Mexico. I want to go to bed with him every night and wake up next to him. But I can't. My mom is strict about sleeping over. If only...