Kindle Notes & Highlights
This feeling of love, it transports me, it makes me happy. At the same time, it consumes me and makes me miserable, the way all impossible loves are miserable.
At that moment, I would have followed him anywhere, done anything he asked.
twilight—the hour we call “between a dog and a wolf.”
In the end, love was only possible because he saw me not as who I was, but as the person I would become.
When the door closes, the silence is heavy enough to make your knees buckle. The trace of his scent, an intimate mixture of cigarettes and sweat, is the only thing that saves me.
affairs of the body are so much more preferable to affairs of the heart, but that sometimes you don’t have the choice.
Desire does not go out like a match, it extinguishes slowly as it burns into ash.
It was love, of course.
