You need a hand? She grabs the plastic bag not letting go. She holds on to it. Inching her way down from handle to my wrist, down to fingers. She wants to hold on. She wants a part of me, to be a part of me and to be a part of us. Every waking moment, she wants to see us as one, two individuals brought together by some manner of madness and fate. Now they walk down the uncertainty of life knowing certainly that it would be the two us, the two us, the two of us, the two of fates colliding, merging, forcing two universes to be and become one. That is love.