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conscious　mind　and　alighted　somewhere　in　my　memory。　Later；　I　would　muse

over　these　words　one　by　one。　But　at　the　time　my　appreciation　of　the　magic　of

what he said was purely visceral and it bound me to him。 I felt guilty for

having caused him such pain for twelve years。 What a honey…tongued man！

What　a　good　person　this　Black　was！　Like　an　innocent　child！　I　could　read　all　of

this　from　his　eyes。　The　fact　that　he　loved　me　so　much　made　me　trust　him。

We　embraced。　This　so　pleased　me　that　I　felt　no　guilt。　I　let　myself　be　borne

away　by　sweet　emotion。　I　hugged　him　tighter。　I　let　him　kiss　me；　and　I　kissed

him　back。　And　as　we　kissed；　it　was　as　if　the　entire　world　had　entered　a　gentle

twilight。　I　wished　everybody　could　embrace　each　other　the　way　we　did。　I　faintly

recalled that love was supposed to be like this。 He put his tongue into my

mouth。　I　was　so　content　with　what　I　was　doing；　it　was　as　if　the　whole　world

were　engulfed　in　blissful　light；　I　could　think　of　nothing　bad。

Let me describe for you how our embrace might’ve been depicted by the

master　miniaturists　of　Herat；　if　this　tragic　story　of　mine　were　one　day　recorded

in　a　book。　There　are　certain　amazing　illustrations　that　my　father　has　shown　me

wherein　the　thrill　of　the　script’s　flow　matches　the　swaying　of　the　leaves；　the

wall　ornamentation　is　echoed　in　the　design　of　the　border　gilding　and　the　joy

of the swallow’s matchless wings piercing the picture’s border suggests the

elation　of　the　lovers。　Exchanging　glances　from　afar　and　tormenting　each　other

with suggestive phrases； the lovers would be depicted so small；