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My heart squeezed painfully as I looked at the place where he’d been only moments before. Twenty years. He’d kept the pantry stocked for twenty years, just in case she paid a visit.
Raised in a state of hyper-awareness given the quickness of parental mood swings, I was extremely perceptive to every shift in energy, every micro-expression, every twitch of the eye or tightening of the mouth.
I’d fallen in love over and over again with the same soul—connected to him through time, through body, through country, through language, since the sands of time had flipped from BCE to AD.
He was history and culture and language. He was the Epic of Gilgamesh, the sands of time, the tectonic plates shifting as Pangea broke apart. He was deeply and terrifyingly eternal.
“I am yours, and you are mine. And whether it’s in this life or the next, we will always find each other.”
“If you wouldn’t burn the world to the ground for the one you love, are you even in love?”
She may be a serpent, but I ran with wolves.
It was hard to believe a love like that could exist. It was even harder to believe I could be worthy of it.
