Mi-ar plăcea să trăiesc simultan în mai multe locuri, mai multe vieţi. Mi-ar plăcea ca el să fie în toate, să îmi fie măcar prieten.
He was winter to her. Whenever she thought of their relationship everything was framed in winter– hot drinks, heavy sweaters, their breaths white together on the cold air when they took their walks. They had been together in the summer too, but he wasn’t summer to her. He was always winter. It made her think we assign people– lovers especially – seasons in our minds. Why do you think we do that– give people seasons? (Jonathan Carroll)
I am not ready for spring.