It’s not quite as easy as Dan makes it out to be. I really was stuck. I could not stay and I could not go. The not knowing made my life miserable. Did she still love me? Did she miss me, would she still be alive if I chose to leave Shangri-la in order to find her? What if I left Shangri-la and could not find her again, then I would be stuck in the outside world. At least here I was young and full of energy, still a beautiful individual. In the outside world I would just be one of billions of people, growing older every second of my life, until finally I died. It was not a scenario I wished to participate in. Even without Naomi, I was happier here than I ever would be in the outside world.
It would be nice to see her again. I can close my eyes and imagine her cheek on my cheek, her supple form pressed against me, her smooth-skinned arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace, her fragrance drifting past my nose in alluring wafts of air, her breath the breath of a goddess, her lips inviting and pink, luscious to the eye, her hair caressing her bare shoulders, begging to be run through with fingers and hands. Yes, I decided, it would definitely be nice to see her, and hold her, once more.
The sun is shining today, the air is crisp and clean, the beach surrounding Shangri-la Lake is a brilliant sandy white, the forest marking the edge of Shangri-la is dappled with sunlight that draws the eye to its many shades of green.
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