Recollection is bittersweet as I mind-walk in my garden of luminous memories and exquisite feelings.

“Love does not diminish, You,” she used to say to me. Even, “the word love cannot express or capture what I feel for you.” It was true that our passionate love burned in a dancing bonfire of violet flames. It is something that has a life of its own, like a third body generated between Us (we always capitalize Us in written correspondences). Just a conversation with her made my heart soar. Any day in which I spoke or interacted with her was lit up, almost unbearably bright like a snow-covered landscape looked down upon by a sun from a cloudless sky at noon. We are each other’s spiritual half-sibling, the most electrically tantric of would-be lovers, the dearest friends, alters in each other’s egos. As the incarnation of “if ever two were one, then surely We” would have it, we are even intense research companions; which is how things all started, in better, vanished days…