(UCS)
I wanted to reach out to Ethan more than anything I could remember, and the wanting let me feel the need for him. That hadn't ever gone away. It was in the marrow of my bones, and beyond. There was a time when Ethan and I meant so much to one another we were part of each other's deepest selves. When our lives were moulded, we each had a hand in determining the outlines of the clay, one to the other. The details we could change from time to time, if that was what we wished, but the outlines remained the same. However much one of us might want to disguise them, or pretend that they were different, they remained the same. They were seamless.