A Double Life

I've always been looking for this kind of love:

pure, without suspicion or tests,

with nothing but understanding, passion, and love.

I think only two men could portray and bear the weight of such a perfect love.

Han Bing and Zhang Hang.

Ordinary first names, ordinary surnames,

carrying all my fantasies about men.

There's heartache, conflict, and reflection here.

I hope to give this story the most ordinary setting and plot I can,

and hope everyone who reads it will believe

that these two live right beside us,

within arm's reach.

To borrow the words of an author I admire:

Loving him means living twice.