July 2012
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone...
I can’t wait for next week when your parents leave and we’ll get to spend some much needed time alone together. But I also hope it never gets here, because once that week is over, you’re leaving back to school. And I’ll go back to being alone. And I’m trying really hard not to be sad about you leaving. I know it’ll be okay, eventually. But it’s so much...
“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a...”
– Nicole Krauss (via bleuelle)
