Our year apart is almost over. It’s time for me to move home, for the summer at least. And in another couple of weeks, Andreas will be home as well. It should go quickly now—we’ve already been apart for almost a year, after all—but it really doesn’t. For every day that passes, time seems to slow down. At least I have my friends around to help pass the time, but not even that helps much when all I want in the entire world is Andreas back at my side.