Az.: 一个男人为爱这个字编织的字典 眼前的可人 耳畔的呼吸 还有填满生活空隙的琐碎回忆 看到一个人的温柔 并不由为那份爱感动 也不是施之于谁 而只执着于感受爱本身。用kindle阅读时Highlight了一部分有所触动的句子。如下Arrears, n.
My faithfulness was as unthinking as your lapse. Of all the things I thought would go wrong, I never thought it would be that. “It was a mistake,” you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it —– you’re done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it’s even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover’s face.
I love the idea that an abuse can be negated. And that the things most often disabused are notions.
The proper verb for depression is sink.
And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we’re together. That someone like me could find someone like you — it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events. I didn’t tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after the second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn’t believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.
I was coming back from the bathroom. You had just checked your email. I was walking to bed, but you intercepted me, kissed me, then clasped my left hand in your right hand and put your left hand on my back. We started slow-dancing. No music, just nighttime. You leaned your head into mine and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature’s hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and the world resumed.
We’ll have contests to see which one of us can be more skeptical. America will never vote for a Jew for president right on down to The younger, cuter, puppydog guy will totally be the next American Idol. Like our own version of that old song — “Anything you can do, I can do bleaker.” But. In the end, we both want the right thing to happen, the right person to win, the right idea to prevail. We have no faith that it will, but still we want it. Neither of us has given up on anything.
And when Kathryn asked you about me, I imagined you said, “He’s lackluster.” Which is why I waited for you to ask me out for the second date. Just to be sure I hadn’t underwhelmed.
I remember my grandmother saying, “You have to let the cake cool before you frost it.”
I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.
At the end of the French movie, the lover sings, “Love me less, but love me for a long"