A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

Seeing him again after so long awakened something inside me. I was surprised to find myself feeling sad rather than joyful, as I would have imagined.

My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

Nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.