He use to dream and hallucinate about someone like you.

Someone warm, comforting, treating him just right, you would never leave him, even with the amount of angry mood swings he might have. The dream partner. Someone he craved and needed. He knew you didn’t exist, he knew he was too much of a mess to actually have a real partner and not a few hour long hookup.

That was until he laid his eyes upon you as he was picking up some cheap noodles on the shelf in a gas station. He wasn’t actually high this time, you were real, unless if there was still something in his system. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were…extraordinary. Perfect. Perfect for him, and he was perfect for you.

He didn’t blink once, his hands gripping and tightening around the packets of noodles in his hands. He had to talk to you, and not freak out. He dragged his feet along the floor as he walked up to you, he could already feel your warmth. Just perfect.

“…hey.”

He had smiled, almost awkwardly, almost weirdly, dragging the ‘y’ out for a little too long. He picked at his fingers nervously, his mind going absolutely wild. He could hear the buzzing from the lights and fridges, the quiet chatter of people on their phones, the squeaking of other’s shoes. It was driving him mad. But, he was here, he was here…with you.

His dream partner.