Gail Sidonie Sobat

“It's a funny thing about love. Starts off pretty wonderfully with your stomach doing somersaults for joy. You look forward to seeing the person whenever and however often you can. Find excuses for calling and talking. Sending texts. Notes. Emails. You can't get enough of each other. Or you think you'll die. You have trouble concentrating. Every little thing- your hair, what you wear, what you say, how you eat- is considered in the light of the other. What will that person think of this? Of that? Of you? You kind of live for the person. Give it all up for the person. Get swept up in the idea that the person you love is perfect. Or nearly so.”

“I wonder why peopke are so afraid of love. Of different kinds of love. I just don't get it. Why aren't we afraid of racism" Of war? But love? It just doesn't make sense.”