He and I… hell, we’re fluid in motion. Moving together in waves, synchronized at the molecular level, rising and falling as a single entity. Just like any body of water does. It doesn’t matter if it is from a mountain spring or the city gutters. Pure enough to drink or salty like the ocean. Clear and beautiful or dark and murky. A lake or a stream. A river. The rain. When all’s said and done, water is just that…water. It will always mix. After a devastating flood. After brutal hurricanes. After rain falls. Water will always fuse, and you would never have known it was anything but one.
