Maritsa

“And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.”
― Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry: Stories for Christmas

“My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.”
― Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry: Stories for Christmas