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New shoes point toward the future, sweet daughter. You cannot keep wearing that which you have outgrown.
The goat that wanders is the goat that gets lost.
If Likotsi’s obsession with efficiency had taught her anything, it was that sometimes it was the briefest setback that toppled everything afterward like dominoes.
She’d thought that Fab had smashed their connection like a smartphone beneath a car tire, but all their data had been saved on a cloud drive somewhere, it seemed, and was happily downloading and ready to resume where they’d left off.
though hope was a thing with feathers there was nothing insubstantial about it.
“Took you long enough,” she said, finally. Somewhere, the polite part of Likotsi’s mind chided her for blocking the flow of pedestrian traffic, but she didn’t start walking. She slowly adjusted the lapels of her coat and then the hem of each cuff. “Well. I’m certainly worth the wait.”
There was a certain . . . regard in the tilt of her mouth, a mix of courteousness and insinuation. Like she would ask politely before giving you the best head of your life.
Likotsi adored things that took time and care to produce results that weren’t entirely necessary but added something special to the world.
“But you don’t have to lead to get someone to follow you.”
“I’ve thought about you every day, but I didn’t realize how much I’d missed you until I saw you on the train and felt like I couldn’t breathe.”
“Finding a sexual partner is easy,” Likotsi replied. “Finding someone that makes you need to know more about them is not.”
She had never understood the veneration of these men, who took their own biases and made them into a country’s laws, but Americans were quite strange, after all.
“After the breakup, I’d hoped that this ridiculous love would leave me as quickly as it had fallen upon me, but it didn’t. It clung like a spiderweb, invisible and impossible to extract myself from. And when I saw you stepping through those train doors this morning, my heart cracked even more because I realized the web was unbreakable. That you could walk into my world, at any time, and that love would still be there, clinging to me. That I’d still want to give you everything.”
“If you want to know how much I care about you, I’m not pushing you onto the ice to tuck my hair into my hat,” Fab said. “I’m risking frizzy acid-snow hair for you.” “That is, perhaps, the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me,”
“One might say, there was no other way for us to fall in love but immediately. We know our own tastes. We know what best fits our style.”
Let’s both of us see where this love leads. And when we are afraid, because we will inevitably be afraid again, let’s run to each other instead of away.”
