“There was a real sense of comfort but at the same time it felt oddly tense. The feeling that every little things we said, these conversations, at any moment, they could stop being possible, and so they were precious, it was that feeling, and the sense of the miracle of this shared moment, here and now. Why were we so far apart, even when we are together? It was anice loneliness, like th sensation of washing your face with cold water.”

“Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.”

“even the slow, soft telepathic connection between us- the sense of connectedness that linked us even when we were in the same room- the sense that we were not two people but rather one ecstatic and indivisible whole, had vanished. i couldnt even feel his pain. but i could feel mine. i felt as if a part of myself had been cut off, as if there was within my soul a hole so gaping and empty that the whole world could pass through it and still i would not feel a thing.”

“it was like the first time we kissed- that same sense of love so strong that nothing else mattered, nothing at all. i wanted to lose myself in that kiss, for the kiss to stretch out into eternity, to feel nothing but the intersity of passion i felt in that very moment.”

“---like the airwaves were taking a little longer to get here, so we could live in yesterday a little longer, even if it felt wrong.”

“There are moments in our life that feel so perfect and so real. These are the moments that we live for. The moments we never want to end...”