i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
i am not even a religious person. i am hardly a person at all, except when i look at you and think that this life with you must go on forever because it is so perfect, with all its imperfections.
i want you so badly. it certainly is a new sensation for me. i never pined for anybody before in my life. in every book i read, i seem to find a parallel to you and me.