Louis thought about paying attention as an act of love: he noted all the details of the day because he loved it, and loved Keith too, and that was all there was to it. It was entirely trivial. Truly, nothing had happened, and yet, it was the biggest thing in his life. It was gigantic, the love. The love was like this: it was like every text message was grammatically incorrect if it didn’t include the words ‘I love you’ at the end. It was as if each loveless text were written by an inexperienced speaker of English.
