There comes a time in everyone's lives when all you want to do is run, from the past, from the future, from reality.
I think fate played a part in the decision I made that night and that one moment of complete and utter spontaneity changed me into the person I had been searching for my whole life.
I didn't run because I needed to, I ran because I had to. I think everyone, deep down, wants to runaway from life sometimes, to a small town on the coast of Greece, or to the festive street life in Spain. I think everyone wants a second chance to start over and not be the person everyone assumed they'd be.
I wanted to buy a ticket to wherever my finger landed on the map, I wanted to sleep on beaches and sneak rides on trains. I wanted to hitch to wherever people would take me, but most of all, I wanted to live.
Harry helped me do that, he showed me the person I was deep down and loving him came as natural as the foreign air we breathed.
Harry changed my life in more ways then one, but it all started with 3 words so crazy and stupid, yet they made more sense then any words I had ever heard.
"Runaway with me."
