When you know, you know. We’re meant to be, me and Parks. Right? That’s what this is about. We’re fated. Woven into the tapestry of the universe, my name right next to hers. We’re in the stars. That’s why whatever the fuck’s happening right now is so fucked up. We’re meant to be and everyone who knows us knows. I’ve known since I was six. Known for nearly twenty years she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to be with, but I can’t stop fucking up anyway.
