I'm not writing a book.
I'm writing a blank canvas.
This is a kind of revenge.
Wong Kar-wai · Sofia Coppola · Céline Song.
There was a bottleneck inside me —
a dam of emotion I couldn't break open
in the language I loved most.
"Love is nothing," she whispered —
and those three words
engulfed me like flames.
Her tattoo is real.
Two small red hearts
on a large, solitary N.
Burned into me.
Maybe because she'll never read it.
Maybe because I saw her.
Maybe because no one else did.
She never gave me the whole truth. Only the outline. Only the firelight.