“The sketches in the back are not of a girl that looks like you, Rowan. They are of you. I drew them."
"These are me? All of them?"
"Rowan, I've been drawing you since I was eight years old," he said.
My eyes slowly rose to meet his after looking at the dates.
"How?" It was all I could say.
"I don't know.I've been having dreams about you for as long as I can remember. My mother always said I'd inherited some of her gifts, that these were some sort of visions,but I was hesitant to believe it until the day I saw you with your grandfather outside. Then I knew it was true.I knew I hadn't been dreaming about someone who didn't exist.I knew because I was in love with you before I ever met you.”