I think I met one of the most amazing people in my world, and although they live in an entirely place, I have them with me, always. I’ve never had anyone treat me the way they did. Not only did they listen to all that I had to say, but they understood, even the things I didn’t say. I don’t write this as a tale of love or woe or of tragedy, but I write it for people to know that it exists. That for a brief moment in time I experienced something that most people only ever dream about. The thing that people make movies and books and art and music about. I had it. Even if that time was only equivalent to 1 millimetre in the whole length of the universe. I had it.