"And my purpose is to tell you how I remember your warning. How you told me that your kiss was as the kiss of a siren who steals sailor's hearts. How once yours touched mine, my heart would lose all inhibitions. How it would become your property. How I would long for you at night when I sleep, and in my dreams construct our fabled togetherness. How I would refuse to comforted by other women. How I would become a mess. I am not comforted by the thought of passing time, or of oceans between us. I am only interested in the desperate thought that what happened long ago between you and I was not so bad after all, and that I would not rob myself of the memories of you for the trade of my life. Your warning was correct."
-M.J.
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