Perhaps if I had not gone to the fireworks by the ocean, and seen the ships with their lights ablaze, I would not believe in love.
I told him that emotion is volatile and unbecoming. However much I am attracted, I become above, beyond. ‘Tis why the first thought me a rebel, the second a muse, the third a goddess. When my heart is at stake, I must be a personage, a character. I must speak as is expected when it ends, with cool blue eyes and that British accent my voice takes when I have gone cold.
