Unity

"One day, she will ask him "am I pretty?" He will say no.

She will ask "do you want me?"

He will say no.

She will ask "should I stay?"

Again, he will answer no.

As she turns to leave, with tears in her eyes, he will grab hold of her. 

He will tell her she's not pretty, she's beautiful, that he doesn't want her, he needs her, and he doesn't want her to stay for him, but for her. He will whisper that she is all that makes him a whole, and by leaving, she is taking the heart he has given her."

Beset the mood, a cloudy day. Winds playing in gusty handfuls, with warmth enough to be relaxed, but cool enough to wrap a sweater ever tighter around.

Far off in the distance is a hazy figure. In profile, they are gazing out at something. Arm cocked, hand hovering above the eyes, as if straining to see something. 

The wind pushes you forward, though you are hesitant to break the concentration of this stranger. 

As you watch, they drop their arm and hunker down to write something in a notebook they drew from their back pocket. Intrigued, you watch as their pencil flies over the page, and you wonder what they could possibly be doing so intently.

As you get closer, you can tell that they are not writing, but drawing. 

Hesitantly, you walk close enough to take in the details of this stranger, and at once you feel as if you might know them. Yet you can't quite place who it is.

The stranger looks at you and smiles.

"Hello" you say.

They stand to face you. From the notebook they pull out a page, and reach out to hand it to you.

"I have been waiting for you." The stranger says.

On the page you now hold is a perfectly detailed sketch of your face. 

"How did you...." As you begin to speak, you have perfect clarity.

I have known you all along. In distance we have waited upon eachother. In passing we have recognized eachother. Time only brings us to this point for the magical meeting of what our souls have already decided. All confusion is silenced. All questions answered. For you are not of one, but two. In separation, you must find the path to unity, and in unity, the path to separation is but lessons learned. Be whole unto yourself and know that all you seek is waiting for you.