“And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you…and you would be filled with a sense of wonder because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time.”
— Oct 02, 2025 03:30AM
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