You do not know how longingly I look upon you. You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking.’” He bends his head down and ghosts his lips across my cheek. “‘I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you. All is recalled as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured.’” His nose rubs against mine, and my stomach flips and flies. “‘You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me. I ate with you and slept with you. Your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only.’”
