What did you think?"I blurted, "That when you wanted something, you wouldn't rest until you got it.""Only when we are talking about women, dear Nirrim.

You seem hard to hold, I guess. Your attention."He took a moment to reply. "That might be true, usually. But you hold mine.

Tell me what you want,” she said, “and I will make it happen.”I want my liar, I thought.I want her mouth.I want her perfume to rub off on my skin like bruised grass.

I wanted to say, I would rather have you for a little time than no time at all.I will remember you perfectly. My memory will touch your skin, your lips. The memory will hurt, but it will be mine.

Her words came in a sudden rush. “You’re hard to look away from. I can’t look away from you. I don’t know how anyone could.

I did not, in the end, want to share the truth, because the words of love inside me felt like the only part of her that could ever remain mine.

I want you to stay in the city for a month.""Why?"Because I would miss you. Because I am not ready to let you go.

This was not like the poem in Harvers’s book, where dawn came like a thief. Nothing had been stolen from me. Maybe it never would be.

Sid rubbed the nape of her neck, studying me. Then she stuffed her hands into her pockets, hunching her shoulders. Quietly, she said, “You are my favorite impossible person.