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Dear Red Shoes, have you ever been affected by something you've seen in a

I mean really affected.

Haunted may be a better word.

It happened to me during my first year of college.

I went to a film one afternoon in between finals to rest and just let my

wander. It was about these two couples who were on vacation together that

somehow ended up all going to bed with one another.

By now I think you know where this letter's heading.

My love, Lorraine.

It's difficult to believe one small word can express adequately my feelings for

him.

Sometimes I believe that the only reason I was born, the only reason I

live, is to love him.

At the core,

Take the rest of the world away, and you'll have our love.

It is all -consuming.

Here's my life.

But still I'm haunted by the images of a film I saw when I was in my first year

of college.

Two couples went on a vacation with each other.

Old friends.

No, it was a cafe floor. We stayed there till 6 a .m. No, 2 a .m. He never

remembers a thing about it.

I'm pretty sure it was a cafe.

Oh,

no, wait a minute. I don't screw up the facts because I have the facts.

You have soundbites. How can you screw up the facts because you have no facts?

At least I have the facts. I have two pages.

Julia had always been more outgoing than me, more at ease with her body, and I

admired that.

Sometimes I secretly watched her and wondered how she was with Marcus,

the way she touched him and the way he touched her.

Maybe I was a little bit jealous because they had something special between the

two of them.

Maybe they were jealous of me and Remy, too.

Perhaps sometimes, even when people are very close to each other, there are

always secrets between them.

I have never been happy.

I had never loved anyone like the three of them.

If someone told me that I had three minutes left, I think I would spend that

time thinking about that night.

We had been dancing all together before many times, and kissed and

hugged, walked together arm in arm.

Their bodies were familiar to me.

Maybe sometimes a kiss or a touch lasted too long.

That night I felt something I can't explain.

The sense of foreboding.

I remember looking at the others and thinking, these are the three people I

most in the world.

We seemed a sacred circle, and nothing could come between us.

I saw a road in the building back there. Why don't we make a run for it?

Yeah, that's a good idea. There's no cars coming out of this bus.

You guys, we're going to make a run for it. Hand me the box and the glove

compartment, okay? Let's go, quick.

I know, there's no cars coming down here, honey. We're just going to make a

quick run for it. Hold on.

What is this place?

I don't know.

I can go to sleep without her telling me a bedtime story.

Tell us one.

Yes, go ahead.

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there used to be

four friends.

Two couples who liked each other and trusted each other.

They talked often.

and told each other secrets.

They were the best of friends.

And once, while on vacation in a faraway country, a long way from home,

the unspeakable happened.

Without saying a word, they reached out for one another.

It was raining outside.

All they could hear was their hearts beating.

There was no turning back.

I feel the fire inside you.

Let it show.

It gets too hot to handle.

Let it go.

Time will wait for no.

When you feel the fire within you,

let it show.

Life is a candle.

Love is a glow.

You find the fire.

Thank you.

That night was extraordinary.

Why?

How we got there.

The accident.

The circumstance.

Fate.

Whatever you call it.

We found ourselves in a separate world.

Drift away.

Far, far away.

The rain.

The silence.

The strangeness of the place.

We were all somewhere we had never been before.

Never even imagined.

And there was magic somehow.

Somehow we just let go.

Time stopped.

Everything stopped.

We were simply there, being, aware of the immediate presence.

We were free.

Sometimes life does imitate art.

And in case you're wondering, just like the couples in the movie that haunted me

so, We never talked about it afterwards.

And we never judged each other.

In the end, we all came to realize that what we had shared that night, our

secret, actually brought us closer than ever.

We'd crossed the line.

We'd come back very much alive.

When reality came around, we had to face the truth, the God's honest

truth of what we had done.

We could place no blame.

We could not judge.

We had done it together.

And we were all guilty, all innocent.

You feel the fire within you.

Life

isn't

a game.

How is it now?

You feel the fire within you.

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