Where your treasure is, there your hear will be also

Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last bread, for the body you destroyed for me, for the son you have given me, for the twenty-nine days we lived like Red Birds of Paradise, for all our Naples sands and Napa wines, for all the days you have been my first and last breath, for Orbeli- I will forgive you.

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.