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“Her avoidance is the stuff psychiatrists’ dreams are made of.”
The texture of fleece makes me wish there were enough traffic for me to walk into.
“That’s some grade A compartmentalization.” “Thanks.” I toss my hair back. “It’s the childhood trauma.”
When two people fall in love, how many nights do they spend together, doing absolutely nothing, before they’ve had their fill? How many silences and crosswords and mugs of tea do they share?
Humans do odd, incomprehensible things all the time. They hoard resources others require to survive. They sometimes murder members of their own groups. They destroy the very place in which they live.”
Koen can’t imagine ever finding his time spent with her anything less than thrilling. Not that he’d be caught dead admitting it to anyone, but he’s just fucking…enamored, that’s the word.
To him, it feels like an adventure. This. Them. Waking up every morning wondering if he’ll survive the intensity of his feelings for her. Seems unlikely, and yet. He always makes it to the night.
Waits for her request, whatever it may be, even though he already knows that his answer is going to be yes. It’s not like he’s ever going to deny her anything. He has tried and always, always failed.
