To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers.

In love, no question is ever preposterous.

How dare I presume to say: He is my friend, or even, more cautiously, I think I know him? At the very most we are like two strangers meeting in the white wintry veld and...

But for Mozart love is only the litmus test. To determine whether one is truly free or not.

Tell me where those places are. I got to know. So I can go and look for myself.