When you live in a monastery (isn’t it ironic how I ended up in one of the coldest parts of India when I hated the cold so very much) you get to think a lot about what happiness is. Even after everything, I do believe that our families who separated us did want us to be happy. They just couldn’t define happiness as anything outside of what they were taught to define as normal. I’ve questioned almost everything in my life. I’ve questioned the intentions and character of every person I’ve ever met. Including yours and mine. I’ve hated that you left me. But I’ve never questioned that our love was
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