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“I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

“What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.”

“So I said: “please love me,” and what I meant was: please treat me gently. Please love me with a love that can be felt. That can be touched. A love that I can write about gracefully if and when it ends. Which I may look upon with pacific eyes, and say: “that was a good love. It had to end but it was good.””

“I want to trace your tattoos, ask you if it hurt to get flowers inked onto your skin. I want to run my fingers through your hair, press my mouth against yours. I want to ask you what it took to grow into something so beautiful.”

“Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in that click.”

“Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.”