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a passage from one of my favourite books:

chris closed his eyes. how could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? how could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? how did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of maine, but as long as em was with him, he was at home?

-the pact