I wonder if she knows that I would do anything for her.
It’s nice to see you, too, Kenji.” I look up. She’s smiling. Ugh, so pretty.
In the steady thrum that accompanies quiet, my mind is unkind to me. I think too much. I feel, perhaps, far more than I should.
But I’ve been trying so hard to be a different man; to be, if not kinder, then at the very least, better. I don’t want to lose the love I’ve come to cherish.
You’ve always known me, love. I’ve always known you. And I’m so-I’m so desperately in love with you-.
I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.
I’d acquired friends.
This living, breathing world was hers to admire for this single moment in time, and she wanted to breathe it in; to luxuriate in the beating heart of civilization.
There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t already wrong with me.
This is Julliette... tragic... just like her namesake.
My body is not unlike the moon, cratered so thoroughly by brutality it’s hard to imagine it untouched by violence.
All for you. Do you really not see what you’ve done to me? In a matter of days you’ve stripped me down and upended my world. My hours are in disarray, my future is in chaos, and my head – my head –.
If she hadn’t known it was fire beside her, Alizeh thought she might be convinced she was listening instead to the pitter-patter of a gentle rain; a staccato beat against the roof of her attic room. How bizarre, she found herself thinking, that elements so essentially different could ever sound the same.
Youre so lovely when you’re blushing,” Warner says to me. “But I really wish you wouldn’t waste your affections on someone who has to beg for your love.
Arrogance is false confidence,” he says. “It is born from insecurity.
Is it because I intimidate you, Kent? Am I making you nervous?
You once accused me of not knowing the meaning of love,” he says.“But you were wrong, You fault me, perhaps for loving you too much.” His eyes are so intense. So green. So cold. “But at least I do not deny my own heart.
She’s never lived anywhere but in books and memories.
I didn’t know how to tell people that I was just as stupid today as I was yesterday, and that I spent most of my time thinking about how my life was falling apart in ways that had nothing to do with the news cycle.
It would’ve been easier, I often thought, to have been exactly that variety of half-hearted Muslim, one who could more easily walk away from faith in order to be accepted.