“You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”
"I knew I misjudged you, that you do love him. I’m not saying in which way. Maybe you don’t know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him."
"The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind."
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”