I should have known, with the first dance. Ten minutes of dancing in the rain with that beautiful girl, and I was hooked.

I only wanted to make her smile, at first. I couldn't bear to see her sad, and it was so easy to do something that lit her up. It was like hitting a switch somewhere inside of her - she just became radiant the moment her lips curled upwards. I didn't even need to try - but I tried anyway. I tried every chance I got.

By the time I realised what was happening, it was too late. I'd started falling, and with that I just kept tumbling deeper into her perfect mess of smiles and laughter and kisses and touches. A few weeks was all it took for her to turn my life around. She'd become my centre of gravity; it was impossible to backpedal or even brake. Each new city was another careening step towards her.

I tried to pretend it wasn't happening - but each and every time I attempted to pull myself away, I'd always end up tugged back on course. Then, one day, I couldn't pretend to myself anymore.

She told me you can't choose your soulmate. And I guess she's right. I never chose her. I was hers, and she was mine, right from the very start - I just didn't know it then. But it took me too long to understand that. By the time I figured it out, it was too late, and I was too much of a coward to do the right thing.

I know I should have acted better. I know I shouldn't have made her my secret. I hurt everyone, and now I'm alone… waiting.

I will wait, though. I will wait as long as it takes for her to come back to me.

Alright, here goes – my attempt at adding to the many amazing Brittana road trip stories already out there. My plan is to update every week on Tuesday (changed to Saturday), but I'm currently job-hunting so this may change once I actually get employed. Future chapters will also be much longer and have more substance, this is just a short intro.

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