He looked for life in the long, ecstatic nights of our love.
I thought he did not understand that the frenzy of flesh always ends in death; that my body stood between him and heaven.
On the other hand, he argued that my body was his gate to heaven, his branch to eternity.
Ironically, it was the juxtaposing of our thoughts that made love so intense, so rapturous that we could not distinguish anymore between reality and fantasy.
Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”