Those were the reasons my heart was unavailable. It had nothing to do with my vibrant imagination, the lifelong presence that filled me in the shadows, or the tantric, unparalleled orgasms that shattered my very cells until I was one with the universe. It wasn’t that my only friend, the one who made me laugh, the one I trusted, who I shared every secret, every hope, every dream with, waited in the night. It had nothing to do with my only reprieve, my only salvation living in the shadows, visiting me in the dark, caressing me, holding me, refusing to let me go. It couldn’t be that. That would
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