THE SECRET IS WARD
If it had not been for that chance encounter, now so long ago, and in a different country, I would not have known that such a love could exist.
Time and distance diminishes nothing. A strange country envelopes me now, with its new words and vibrant energy, yet my heart is fit to break. I hold my secret as if my life depended on it. Perhaps it did. His name was there for all to see, yet hidden, unrecognised.
I smile sometimes when I think of this. I am in America now, far from my native England and the year is 1885.