“It was easier to trust Siddhartha when he was a stranger. It was easier to trust him when he didn’t talk to me. It was easier with the distance. On this trip, when things will be real, and he’ll be in close proximity, I will not be able to make him the dream angel of my life. On this trip, I’ll have to see the real him, whoever he is, maybe just the opposite of what I imagined, maybe abusive, or a fraud, or a pervert. I don’t know, but now I’m afraid maybe after this trip, when I’ll see the real him, maybe he’ll take away from me the whole idea of Siddhartha I have in my mind.”
Book:That’ll Be Our Song