Enciéndeme de Tahereh Mafi
It's weird, how I feel when I look at him now. There is no extreme emotion in me. No excess of happiness or sadness. Not upset. Not overjoyed. His face is familiar to me; his body, familiar to me. His unsteady smile, as he looks at me, is familiar to me. How strange that we can go from friends to inseparable to hateful then causal all in one lifetime. |