Prologue
How can you love someone so much? How can you adore every inch of his skin? How can you glimpse the radiance that envelops him every time he appears? Is there something about him that, whenever you think of him it makes you smell cinnamon, honey, and milk? How could you possibly believe that the blue in his eyes is the only genuine blue? With a heart that beats solely for him, how can you possibly live?
When life allows you to love him and simultaneously permits him to love someone else, how ironic can that be? When love makes you remember everything you have ever said to him, what kind of fun is that?
How is it that the words “I love you, and no one will ever change that” keep repeating in your mind? How is it possible to question how many more times you can breathe apart from him and feel like you belong in a different life? How is it possible for you to miss him so much? How is it possible to be happy and shed loving tears at the same time?
Considering that it is all in vain, why should you feel this way? When desire is killing your soul, why should you feel anything at all? Why do tears not erase all emotions?
Why does love make you feel so weak when it is supposed to make you stronger?