"Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?"
Jeff Melvoin
Northern Exposure, Altered Egos
The leaf moved gracefully and effortlessly across the water's surface. Every time it moved, the sun shone on it in a different light, casting rainbow reflections on its moist, waxy body.
“Gretchen. Gretchen!”
Gretchen did not answer. Gretchen is not really her name. I have been searching for her, for a long time. She disappears behind the shadows. I have only gotten fleeting glimpses of her, except that one time. I found her under the stairs, in the smoke filled basement. Her body was against the wall, and mine against hers. I could smell her, I could feel her soul. She was tender, she was strong.
When will I find her? And will I know her secrets?