Angus + Julia Stone.

Love Reincarnate.

And in an instant, everything changed.

Unsure of why, I turned away; fighting the urge to stare deep into his eyes. 

How can this connection exist between strangers?

The room spun around us; time stood still. I’d found him.

Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.

Relief swept over my entire being; like I’d found this puzzle piece, I hadn't known was missing.

Making our exit, and conveniently 86’ing Crazy Pants (insert long-story HERE)), we hailed a cab to The Greenwich Hotel.

Sinking slowly into the stiff leather of the taxi, I envisioned us back at the Boom Boom Room. Leading him to the bathrooms of glass and granite, I'd press my lips to his, parting them with my tongue; we'd get lost in every kiss, long lost souls together again.

I’d found that missing piece... Let’s call him, The Poet.