love.
you could eat in the finest restaurants, you could partake in every sensual pleasure, you could sing on stage in são paulo to twenty thousand people, you could soak up whole thunderstorms of applause, you could travel to the ends of the earth, you could be followed by millions on the internet, you could win olympic medals, but this was all meaningless without love.
I am here, I am with you.
A queen had said that to him. In their secret, silent language. During
the unspeakable hours of torment, they had said that to each other.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
That’s the reason why the children of neglectful and even abusive parents cannot let go of these parents later in life: it’s that very hope that if they work hard enough for it, such parents might learn to love them in the end.
Tana hands me another cup of tea. “Almost there, love.”
“To Camelot?”
She nods. “It was once part of Cornwall, you know, until the king of
Wessex invaded. The rulers of Camelot used magic to hide it.