“Him and I, we were not fire. We were water (still are), liquid, pliable. We took the shape of anything in the universe. It was the togetherness of water that took to me—we are separate but we are the same. Our volume changes, our chemical makeup not always in balance.

But most importantly, I knew we were prone to spillage. In the end, we spilled over the edge of the glass, onto the tiles, where no matter how hard you try, you can never collect it all again.”