Rilessi più volte una sua vecchia lettera, prima di riniziare a piangere. "My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may be kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stop thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seem to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree." Se n'era andato. iniziata il 20/02/16