I still remember my grandma's loving eyes on that summer night. She smiled and said, "You are the child who deserves to be loved the most."
But after traveling through thousands of years and returning to the dreamy ancient Babylonian kingdom, the evil priest that I first met, the noble emperor who looked down upon the world, the childish guards, the beautiful exotic princess, the magnificent hanging gardens, everything disappeared like a passing cloud. Fortunately, when I woke up, someone wiped away the tears on my face. Fortunately, the clay tablet inscribed with cuneiform script preserved the love for thousands of years.
Love in BC, we once wrote forever...