A passage from the book I'll never write
We had this connection like nobody else on this planet, whether there was one, ten or one hundred degrees of separation between us at any given time. It was as if our world was constantly contained within the constraints of a children's game only the two of us knew the rules to. I couldn't look across a room without his eyes instinctively meeting up with mine. Those same eyes never once looked at me; they only everlooked inside me, and he could tell what I was thinking before my brain could even send the signals to my eyes to react. I've always been one to wear my heart on my sleeve, but he painted over so many of my scars with tattoos and ruined so many of my tattoos with scars that there's no longer even any potential to hide from the rest of the world under the guise of a long, knit sweater. When you understand somebody else so deeply, you have no choice but to fall in love... or self-destruct. And self-destruct, we did.