I could not write when I thought I understood the form of love.

It was the moment I realized I had lost the only moment in time I was spiritually complete that I began to write.

As I continued to write, I realized I had always retained that moment. The fire the North Star ignited in my soul, and my desire to hold her hand and look into her beautiful eyes produced this eternal sea of words. A body of water I will forever travel until I find the comfort of her shore.

The only place, the only time I have ever felt I was home.