“What are you most passionate about?”
It was the first question she ever asked me. I remember it so clearly. It was at that party, that night in LA. I had barely said two words to her, but there was something in her eyes that told me she knew exactly who I was. She saw right through me that night, but I’m glad she did. It was just the beginning of the whirlwind adventure that changed my life; the one that wasn’t even mine. It was all hers, every last ounce, every last drop. The roads, the trees; they all answered to her. I only wish now I could see where they had taken her, but I’m getting ahead of myself.