It's on a sliver of truth where the light hits. And it's a shadow of nostalgia where the memories gather. We don't recall all the places we've met at as much as we know we've been there together. This is what it means for paths to cross, for worlds to collide, for lives to intertwine until they're recognised as one. It's about where we're headed, not where we're from. And it's a place we cannot go to without the other. Henceforth, we partake in the art where our words become song. Where our actions are the dance to the promises we make. And in each other's embrace, we partake in the art of life— we partake in the beauty of the art of forever.
