Born and Raised in a Summer Haze

My heart pounded as I turned the knob, and I couldn't believe I was so terrified to see Santana, couldn't believe that we were where we were, separated by a mutual pain as wide as the ocean, bigger than a Steinhaus-Moser notation, the same notation that I'd once told her I needed to tell her how much I loved her, could express. One-Shot, part of my Someone Like You verse.