She had disturbing dreams of me tattooing strange things onto her body. What I really did to her was withhold love. When we first got together, a snowstorm shut down the city. She skipped work and we skied through the streets. I later fell for her when she played cello in a bathrobe.
But a year later, she would sometimes disappear for a whole weekend and call me for a ride home Sunday night. My ex had brought Bhoga into our relationship as a little puppy. Eighteen months later, when she planned to leave the country, we agreed the dog would stay with me .
Even the name my ex gave her was ungainly sounding, a Sanskrit word for enjoyment, or indulgence. Up close, though, Bhoga's yellow eyes conveyed love.
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