Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. "I'll keep you up here." He taps his temple. "Where you can't get lost.

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

Every fiction has its base in fact.

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.