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I remember the moment I saw him for the first time. Real, in person, in front of me. We'd become good friends online. I'd already gone through a cycle of developing a crush, telling myself that I was still in high school and he was 1,000 miles away, getting over said crush and adopting each other as brother and sister. Of all the online friends I was going to meet that day, I was most excited to meet him. Earlier in the year we had nearly met, but ended up missing each other in a crowd of thousands of people swarming the country's capitol city. I had cried. Now my grandparents were driving us up a narrow country road in Virginia and I was impatiently waiting to catch site of the house where he was waiting. A few animals met us as we parked and I jumped from the car. I think a few dogs and chickens but that part of my memory has faded. I remember looking at the brown house in the evening sunlight, picking out the front door and making my way up the path. I remember ope