Seven lines from the not yet published manuscript for, The Garden of Two.

I write this not for who we are today, but rather for who we were. We were destiny at her best. We would have united despite any adversity. On any path. However they crossed.

We believed that some time long ago, we were separated and fated to wander the earth, searching until the day when we would be reunited.

We were the finest wine because of the sweetest grapes. Where there was warmth, there was safety. Where there was passion, there was comfort. And where there was fire, we were at our most intoxicating. We were quite simply us. This is who we were...