love less ordinary

I really believed that I had found the one good heart. There was a kind of purity and honesty about his writing
He fell asleep, but I stayed awake, holding this man that I had just met, and connecting the freckles on his back like I was tracing a constellation, but a new one, ours
Warren would obsess all day about music and melody, and I would obsess all day about mathematics and numbers. It was like we were pulling so hard in such opposite directions that the tension kept both of us from floating away
For 10 minutes we were normal, and that wind just blew all the death off of us
Can you picture what it’s like to be terribly in love, and know that all you have is a few hours, this moment in time?