“Impossible. I already know I’m going to find you. You’re a part of me somehow. I can feel it.” We were moving closer, closer. My forehead dug into his. We were sharing breaths, sharing words. “You are the gradations of undiscovered colors in my soul. You are the inhale before my blank canvas, the moment before my pencil touches the page. You are the manifestation of my dreams. You are my intensity.”
