For now , I scooted closer, until we were touching. Knee to knee, arm to arm, forehead to forehead. I leaned in for once, instead of away, appreciating the pull I felt there, something almost magnetic that held us to each other. I knew it would always be there, no matter how much of the world I put between us. That strong sense of what we shared, good and bad, that led us to here, where my own story began.