The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ... [+]
No matter what anyone said,
We
Were
Tangled.
It was not two people "intertwined."
Intertwined implies an easy separation,
a string one can pull to unravel it all.
There was no string to pull as far as I could see.
What else was there to do?
I cut right down the middle of us
so that we would each lose a piece of ourselves,
but rather, my cut left you intact
and I lost some of myself to you.