There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.
I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.
He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.
He had not touched me. He did not need to. His presence had affected me in such a way that I felt as if he had caressed me for a long time.
Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.