'In dreams we were once together and would reach and touch each other's fingers. That night when I slipped a rose into your hand, it stayed and the thorn stuck for a moment in each of us. It was a touching moment, and it was the closest that I have ever been to you. I wished for a week that when I awoke my finger would bleed, but the thorn didn't leave a mark, I wish it left a scar.' I did this piece on a whim one night (recently) when I was in a fairly bad mood. I thought of the book that I'm helping John write, which this passage is from, and it made me feel better and made me want to do this drawing. I also have been wanting to do a piece similar to this, but with the actual figures as well, but that's a project in the works (as most of them are). So, despite the fact that it didn't turn out how I'd hoped, and I'll probably change it a bit later, this one's for you.