But our cinta was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to musik no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own jantung rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own jantung beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if anda feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where anda stand, atau walk, atau lie, atau dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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