In a couple of days, we’ll be together but there wouldn’t be too much of a change. We’ll go around cities holding each other’s hand, and I’ll get a random peck on the cheek or on the hair on top of my head, and we’ll snuggle in a coffee shop (or a pub booth). You’ll be working and I’d still be floating around making mixes and we’ll be ridiculously drunk and high on some nights, and I’ll get pissed at you for asking too many questions, and you’ll get pissed because I’m too guarded and selfish of my space, and I’ll be so pissed because you’re so bossy and such a brat, and you’ll get tired of my being pissed so easily. And when we go broke, we’ll spend our last euros for a cup of Ben and Jerry’s because that’s all we can afford (yeah, ice cream is our last option), then we’ll watch lots of movies until we get sick of the characters’ fake sex faces, then we’ll stalk people and make fun of them and criticize how they look, and then there’ll be days when we won’t be talking to each other because we’re so occupied with reading, and and and and…

I really don’t know. We’ll see once I get there.

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2 days to go before we get a chance at being a real, normal couple. It won’t be fairytale happy, and I won’t be the perfect girlfriend as you and I hope to be. But I love you (and will love you). Even on days when we will be pissed at each other for being bossy, bratty, selfish, and too guarded. I will never love you less.