Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there either. You're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.