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Rebecca's point of view

          From that moment, we had not stopped talking. The second night, we added each other on Skype. He had been just as nervous as I was, but he kept on smiling. I had learned some new Australian 'slang' and I showed off my bad Englishmen impression, which according to him was not all that bad.

          Of course I could not stop talking about him. How could I? He's a nineteen year old boy who understood almost everything I was dealing with every day. Even though he lives on the other side of the world, it was an instant connection with us. It turns out we have almost everything in common outside of Kallmann's as well.

          We talked as frequently as we possibly could. Seeing as there is a giant fourteen hour time difference between America and Tasmania, we talked almost as soon as I woke up, or as soon as he woke up.

          We had talked for only a week and a half before it had became an obsession to meet each other in person. We both complained about the distance between us. Yes, the distance is huge. About 16,000 miles to run from my country to his. Two continents, two disorders, two teens...one dream.

          We had fallen for each other.

          We had become best friends over the short period of time we were talking. We know nearly every waking detail about each other. From favorite colors to our childhood traumas. We knew and we understood. Every time Dan would be upset, I would just say my name, and instant happiness was just glowing from him like the sun on a hot summer day.

          It felt weird to say it at first. It felt weird to feel it. I didn't know if what I was feeling was right, but I knew it was true. I had, under most certainties, fallen in love with the boy 16,000 miles away in Tasmania.

          I know how he feels as well. we have talked about it. It does feel weird thinking I am in love with a boy I have never officially met. But I am happy. And no matter what anyone says or thinks, my feelings were unconditional. Nothing could change this love.

          Nothing.

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