“Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together?” I asked him. He looked at me and then said, “You’re here, aren’t you?” There was only so much space between us, not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches, all the things that told you how far you’d come or had left to go. But this was a big space, if only for me. And as I moved forward to him, covering it, he waited there on the other side. It was only the last little bit I had to go, but in the end, I knew it would be all I would truly remember.
