We all see the world through our own filters. Ill forever see you as the kid who never grew up. I wonder what you see me as, though. Am I still your fat childhood friend? Or have we both grown up in the time that weve spent apart? Are you still my perfect you? I hope with all my heart that Im your perfect me.   ForewordThe phone rang as I held it to my ear. Each ring churned my stomach with a worry that maybe he didnt want to see me; maybe he didnt remember me. Doubts filled my head and I began to fidget. "Hello?" his childish voice answered, bringing a smile to my face. "Yoseob?" I breathed. "Who is this?" He asked. "Im home." I mustered through my excitement. "Minah?" His voice was incredulous and I could just imagine his eyes getting big with wonder. "Yeah, its me. Im home."