You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
—Joni Mitchell
ESTÉFANO: Somehow, I've slipped back into the torment of Anna and our castle-in-the-sand flailing relationship. I moved in with her, of course, after she insisted; I also accepted out of fear she'd try to commit suicide again.
Perhaps it is the blue bathroom without paintings that depresses me. It is not delicate; it is missing Alondra's touch. I miss her back rubs, her body nude at night, our mornings when we'd wake up interlocked. But she is more than all that; I miss her essence; everything that she is.
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Once Again, I Dreamt of Water
Roman d'amourOnce Again, I Dreamt of Water commences through the all-seeing "eye" of a pensive tree: a Jacaranda whose name happens to be Jacob. This is the peculiar story and diary of Alondra and Estefano in the first half. In the second half, Estefano's lover...
