Susan Trott's novel Sightings have the readers, along with the insouciant heroine Sunny, pining for a mysterious lover cum spy in Paris named Masefield. They met in Paris and got separated when Sunny had to go home to Inverness. They met again years after.
To my Masefield,
You are here. I can't remember why I waited for you. After all, you have been here long before I found you.
Long before you kissed me mad.
Was it just a shadow I knew? A shadow in the labyrynth that was Paris?
You have followed and assumed that I would feel.
When I discovered that I loved you, it was entirely out of nowhere, out of the hinges of a need, a breath held for so long that I need to catch.
But what does it matter how I loved you, it is there and you are here.
If I ask you now, would the air around not turn blue or anything out of hue? Would you present me with an answer, an answer please designed to wake me where I sleep.
If I ask you why, would you lie to keep me here?
Or would you challenge my own being or love ... or understanding.
What does it matter if you love me.
It is there and you are here.
Your Sunny
