i always figured there was never a boy exactly like me within fenton, st louis, or even missouri. i figured, that i would be painfully alone (guywise) until i was older, i dreamed of saving a few thousand dollars and running off to europe around college age, and staying in hostels. i dreamed of wandering london, paris, and berlin alone and a dreamer. with nothing but a backpack and its contents, and a wish to feel whole. finding odd jobs, and moving around a lot to keep my dreams going. sending postcards back home to an almost forgotten family. i always thought, maybe, some guy with a british accent or a first language of french would bump into me on the street and offer to buy me a drink, and we would hit it off, perfectly. know each others thoughts without saying them. and travel the world, with nothing mattering but us. bike across countries, and sleep on the beach under the stars. but its funny how things have a way of working out, that, i met a boy who lives in the st louis area who seems to know what im thinking before i say it. and i seem to know what hes thinking too. i never thought any guys would ever understand me, not ones i could touch, not ones i could see without a glass screen, electricity, a machine. and i wouldnt want it any other way.