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"I thought about leaving you then. Just for a split second, I was out the door."

Well, first page in and this is already lovely...

"I'm swimming in your candences, you permeate my very language"

Advance apologies for the fangirling you may experience today. Levithan is just . . . it for me.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

I wanted to finish the book tonight, but decided to give it a rest. I don't want it to be over yet.

This is an interesting read! And a shor one too!

bedtime book, perfect format for it.

Interesting flow of events

La forma de estar escrito es lo que hace tan especial.

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Not the best book to read if you're single *sigh*

I wish this book was more. But for what it was, I loved it. it could have been longer. And it made me realize I really need to brush up on my vocabulary. I found myself looking up way too many of these words than I care to admit. ha.

at the core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

there are times when I worry that I've already lost myself. that is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. I never meant to depend so much on someone else.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. until I was with you and I realized: you don't even realize you're on the floor.

juxtaposition, n. it scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore.

ineffable, adj. These words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convey. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

In truth, I sleep better when I'm alone. But now I allow that sleep isn't always the most important thing.

I could never be with someone who wasn't excited by thunderstorms.

The proper verb for "depression" is "sink."

Even when I detach, I care. You can separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glace back at you.

I'm SOOO enjoying this book :)

I'm SOOO enjoying this book :)

abstraction, n. love is one kind of abstraction. and then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn't you... it's not as if I can conjure you there completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.

masochist, n. if there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?

"There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more."

Retail price, £12.99
I paid, 99p

Even though I'm currently in the middle of 5 books, I felt like picking this up for valentine's day! xD