I met her that night. Deep inside San Francisco, where she was. She was that perfect replica of everything I ever thought I’d love to meet. A vision of ideas, and passion. One who could complete things and bring to light a project of such mass proportion — I can only dream.
I can only dream of coming up with an idea, a thought, or process in which to harness all of my own knowledge and to turn it into that tangible item beyond my wildest dreams.
She was that icon of what I want and wanted to be. Full of joy, passion, and best of all ideas. Some day, mayhap I can bring myself to be all that I saw in her.