Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. โAre you hungry?โshe asks. Am I ever.
It was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.
(P)eopleโs good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.
The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.
Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.
We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.