''He would brush by me, casually running his hand against my back. Or he would drop a pencil and touch a finger to my ankle as he stooped to pick it up. There was something so electric about it. So dangerous. Those little touches were everything. I lived for them . You can build a whole world around the tiniest of touches. Did you know that? Can you imagine? ''
- You think I don't know about wrong love, June? You think I don't understand embarrassing love?
*I am still hoping for that world where You can love whoever You want and don't feel embarrassed about it.
What the fuck you were thinking?