four that I do not understand:
the way of an eagle in the sky,
the way of a snake on a rock,
the way of a ship on the high seas,
and the way of a man with a young woman.
-Prov 18-19
We stood in a darkened room, surrounded by charcoal sketches made by the genius hands of Rembrandt. Friends turned almost-lovers, the air seemed to vibrate with the holiness of our destinies unfolding. I laid my head on his shoulder, and this simple, vulnerable act broke open our hearts and we just… knew.