Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people — they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.
It began in Burma in 1975. It culminated with my wedding on 12 April 1976 in Rangoon. It ended with my divorce in 1982. But the beautiful memories are still deep inside my heart and they are still mine.
