To represent America

"You'll never need to worry about anything. You'll never need to ask. I'll do everything I can without being asked, to anticipate your needs, to be the perfect partner, to be your man. And with me so in love with you there is nothing you could ask which I wouldn't do for you. I think this is gonna be perfect between us." He was leaning into the computer, as was I. I felt him through the distance between us. This though, screen to screen, was going to be the closest we could be. At least for another six weeks. "Will you..?" He looked down for a moment.

"Stop." I said.

"I only need your word, for now."

"It can wait til you're here in person."

"I guess I do get a bit carried away." He winked.

"Alex," I started softly "If you rescue me, I'll give you all of me."

"Mesa, you just have to say the word and I'll have our own place tomorrow. I'll fly you over and pay for your visa. I'll marry you without hesitation. No thought." And it would be that easy. I'd sell my car to a family member and get sorted. My step dad and  I have been getting along for a record breaking amount of time. I told Alex about when I would get kicked out and tomorrow would be filled with uncertainty. If I did get kicked out again, I wouldn't be homeless. And if my mother didn't step in as she hadn't in the past, I would be going home. My home that's 5,000 miles away. To my new family that couldn't wait to meet me and for me to be an official member of their family. I hadn't even met them and already I was welcomed and I couldn't wait to be with them. To hug Alex's mother and for her to view me as a daughter. To meet his brothers and have a coke with Alex's dad - who was also a livid coke drinker. It was all too perfect. I was born in the wrong place. But it's alright, because I've found my home, it's just a matter of going back.