All in all, he was grateful for the second chances he was afforded in life. He understood them not as an opportunity to correct a wrong doing, but rather as a blessing to continue producing the imagined worlds he lived in.

She was a writer and he an illustrator. In both their minds, their relationship was always in doubt. As artists, they hungered for vision and creation. When an idea developed they would spend days scribbling, sketching, and shuffling post-it-notes, scrap paper, and cut outs. They would post their ideas on a large wall, an entire room acting as their canvas, their studio, their blank sheet of paper. It was in these moments, that they knew their partnership was something special.

She believed their partnership could not survive a single idle moment. He believed that there was a bond between them that would be an infinite well of inspiration. As partners, they struggled to co-exist in the same space, could not overcome petty bickering, and finally distanced one another. At times they would spend weeks away from each other, heavily obsessing over their own work, breaking any sense of a shared commitment. It was in these moments, that they knew their partnership would cripple each other.

And so, during their first chance, it did.

All in all, he was grateful for the second chances he was afforded in life. He was waiting for his second chance. But characteristic of their relationship, he was not waiting for her, he was waiting for inspiration.