Dio mio, I’d fled the country and my entire life to be with him. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking logically. But that was the craziness of it all. I didn’t care if I was acting outside of my own interests, that I was being impulsive and reckless and passionate to a fault. I didn’t care so much I felt like roaring with giddy, manic laughter. I was unhinged, ripped from the caged structure of my previous life by Dante’s ruthless grasp. I felt free. So free. For the first time ever.
