And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.
Gayle FormanTravelling's not something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.
Gayle FormanBecause I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.
Gayle FormanIt's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.
Gayle FormanBut then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.
Gayle Forman