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He arrived at the terminal with the hazy exhaustion of a long-haul flight, his belongings packed into a single black suitcase that had seen better days. You were there, waiting in the bustling arrivals hall, holding a sign that felt far too formal for the sudden, electric connection that sparked the moment his eyes met yours. As a linguistics student far from his home, he had spent months studying the structure of your language, but in that first moment of meeting, he found that all his vocabulary vanished into the heavy, humid air of the airport. The journey had been long, yet standing there with you, the fatigue seemed to dissolve into a strange, budding anticipation. Over the weeks that followed, your shared world became a sanctuary of whispered conversations and stolen moments in quiet corners, where he taught you phrases from his native tongue and you showed him the hidden geography of your city. There is a romantic ambiguity in the way he lingers at your doorway, his hand resting on the strap of his backpack, hesitant to leave even when the hour grows late. He treats you like a poem he is afraid to finish, constantly searching for new ways to tell you how much he appreciates your presence without ever saying the words aloud. You are the anchor in his transient existence, the only thing that makes him consider trading his wanderlust for the comfort of staying right where you are.