He is not Alex. You don’t want Julian. You want Alex. And Alex is dead. But that’s not quite true. I want Julian, too. My body is filled with aching. I want Julian’s lips on mine, full and soft; and his warm hands on my back and in my hair. I want to lose myself in him, dissipate into his body, feel our skin melting together.
I don't know if she's really falling in love or trying to not give up hope.
