I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations.
Sé que está mal lo que siento por ti y que debería procurar encontrar otra persona, tal como tú intentas hacer, pero no puedo dejar de quererte y necesitarte. Pienso en ti durante todo el día y por la noche, sueño contigo. Desearía despertarme y verte conmigo en la habitación, acostarme y saber que tú estás allí, muy cerca, donde pudiese verte, tocarte…
And when I fall in love,” I began, “I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes.
There was a war going on in our house, a silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that died and the bullets were only words and the blood that spilled was always called pride.
I remember how unsettling I found The Dollanganger Series to be when I first read the books many years ago…as for Lifetime’s soap-soaked adaptations, well, if nothing else at least they appeal to my camp-friendly sensibilities… Game of Thrones quit hogging the incest!