This goes to show you that sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and that those meant to love us most are not always ones who do.

Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.

We meet fear. We greet the unexpected visitor and listen to what he has to tell us. When fear arrives, something is about to happen.

When evening fell the boy would bring the girl a glass of tea, a slice of lemon cake, an apple blossom floating in a blue cup. He would kiss her neck and whisper new names in her ear: beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart.

They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.

They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.