An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
“Isn’t that strange?” he said. I saw the tremble in his hands before he pushed them through his hair. “I thought this sort of thing was supposed to make people happy.” Something unlocked my tongue then. Unlocked my bones. “What sort of thing?” He turned to face me, his arms dropping to his sides. “You know, I don’t even think I know exactly when I fell in love with you. It was years ago.” |