Masks

But our tình yêu was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….

Sometimes I dance, alone, to âm nhạc no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own tim, trái tim rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own tim, trái tim beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if bạn feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where bạn stand, hoặc walk, hoặc lie, hoặc dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.

The past doesn’t change, of course, it...