We're 90 hours away.

Yet I hope every steps that I make would bring me closer to you.

That no matter where life would take me, I hope, it will always lead me back to you.

She was staring at her phone —his picture, to be specific.

He was standing tall, along with his tan skin and beautiful smile.

The smile that she wasn't realize before would become her most favorite in five years.

If only she was a tiny bit wiser back then, she would've never let go of that smile, ever.

Now that he's a long gone; a home which she could never return to.