For you, being in love with a woman is natural, the same as being in love with a man. You didn’t believe in unhappy endings, much less admit that misfortune lay ahead, awaiting you. So you took the agony in my eyes to be part of my tragic disposition, and as in any lopsided romance, you partook of the happiness. But I’m like a father to you, only younger. A lover with a beautiful soul, nothing special about it. For you, it was an ordinary happiness. I was the one who shouldered the burden when we experienced two discrete halves of the love we shared.
