An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
We found a patch of shade under a tree, stood in it. I looked at leaves, branches. Wondered how fast a heart could beat before it broke. Ali was staring at a stop sign when he said, “Shadi, I can’t do this anymore.” Impossibly, my heart found a way to beat faster. “But we’re not doing anything,” I said. He met my eyes. “I know.” |