‘On this night,’ she says. ‘A weight has been lifted. The accordance of emotional liberation is no longer an error. What has been resented no longer sits in me uneased, and the prosperity of free thought and free expression is a validity in what was once tried for.’
I’ve never seen such a look in someone’s eyes. I wonder what you saw when you looked into mine.
I’m not sure what it is. For someone so care-free, so witless, so foolish, it seems that there is a part to me even I myself had never known existed.