Short Stories from Carlos Salinas
Love is the enemy here, though I may betray on
the battlefield. It is a beautiful struggle. Why is it so
elusive? It seems the more I search for it, the more it
hides. Perhaps, though, if it were easy to find it
would not be as special as it is? They say too much
of a good thing is not good. Not in my heart, though.
Drown me in love! I cannot imagine a more noble
way to die.