But our love was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to موسیقی no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own دل rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own دل beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if آپ feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where آپ stand, یا walk, یا lie, یا dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.