An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
I would never again let her hold my feelings hostage. I would never again let her dictate the terms of my life.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
I would never again let her hold my feelings hostage. I would never again let her dictate the terms of my life.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
But then—even as I felt the cold lash of guilt cool my feverish skin, I grew tired. Tired of this feeling, tired of owing Zahra a tithe of my happiness. My guilt was tempered by a realization, an awareness that nothing I’d ever done had been enough for her. I knew that for certain now. So many times I felt like I’d been strapped to the tracks of our friendship, Zahra the train that repeatedly ran me over, only to later complain that my body had broken her axles. I was tired of it. |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
This, here, today, just now—I’d crossed a line, turned my back on the ghost of my best friend. Even after all this time, after all her cruelty, I felt punctured by sorrow. I’d wanted so much more for us.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
I didn’t know how but my back was suddenly against a wall, my bones trembling under the weight of him, his body pressed so hard against mine I thought it might leave an impression. He touched me desperately, dragged his hands up my body, braced my face as he broke me open. His lips were so soft against mine, against my cheeks, the tender skin beneath my jaw. I tried to hold on—pushing myself up on tiptoe, twining my arms around his neck—but he froze, suddenly, when my body moved against his, our jagged edges catching, tectonic plates striking. He stilled and seemed to stop breathing, our bodies fusing together. Tentatively, I pushed my fingers through his hair. He thawed by degrees, his eyes closing, his breathing ragged as I drew my hands away from his head, trailed my fingers down his neck, pressed closer. Gently, I kissed the column of his throat, tasting salt and heat over and over until he made a sound, something desperate, something that shot pleasure through my body even as he tore away, took a step back. He dropped his face into trembling hands, let them fall to his sides. He looked into my eyes with a depth of emotion that nearly split me in half. I felt like I might sink into the ground. + Leer más |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
My hands were on his chest. They’d landed there and I’d left them there and I loved the feel of him, his heat, this racing heartbeat under my hands that proved he was real, that this moment was real. Slowly, I dragged my hands down his chest, down the hard lines of his torso. I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt a tremor move through him, through me. We both went suddenly still. I was staring at his throat, the soft line of his neck, the hint of his collarbone. I watched him swallow. His hands tightened around my waist. I looked up. He said nothing but my name before he kissed me. It was heat, a blistering sun, a pleasure so potent it felt closer to pain. |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
It was time, I realized, to close the book of our friendship.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
You’re too close. I can’t talk to you when you’re this close to me. I can’t even breathe when y—” I gasped when he leaned in, pressed his forehead to mine. His hands were at my waist now, reeling me in, and I sank against his body with a sound, a kind of surrender. He said nothing for what seemed like an eternity. I listened to our hearts race, felt my skin heat. I felt desperate for something I could not articulate, for a need I could not fathom. We were standing this close and still light-years from where I wanted to be. |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
Ali’s head lifted slowly, his spine straightened slowly. He unfurled before my eyes, turning toward me not unlike a bloom in search of the sun.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
“Please,” he said, gesturing at me. “By all means, say something. For the love of God, say something.”
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
He had the darkest eyes. Thick, inky lashes. There was a depth in his gaze, a collapsed star that beckoned, tempted me to peer inside, lose myself, and if not there—here, in the elegant lines of his face, in the sharpness of his jaw, in his smooth, dusky skin
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
(…)instead I racked my mind for an answer, for a solution to this madness, and seized upon the first stupid thought that entered my head. I spoke recklessly, hastily, before I’d even had a chance to think it through. “Then maybe—maybe it would be better if we didn’t see each other. Maybe we just shouldn’t be in each other’s lives anymore.” |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
He waited for what seemed an eternity for me to speak, to take it back, but my lips had gone numb, my mind too stupid to navigate this labyrinth of emotion. I did not know what I’d just done.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
I realized, as I cried myself to sleep that night, that I might’ve hurt him less had I simply driven a stake through his heart.
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
Because I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t see you every day and just pretend this isn’t killing me.” “You have to.” He went suddenly still. I watched it happen, watched him stiffen, then straighten, in real time. And then, two words, so raw they might’ve been ripped out of his chest: “I can’t.” |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
“For the love of God, Shadi, just tell me what you want. Do you want me? Do you want to be with me? Because if you do, that’s all that matters. We can figure out everything else.”
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
I couldn’t help it when I whispered, “You look like a Renoir painting right now.”
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An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
“What’s this, Shadi?” He closed the remaining distance between us and suddenly he was right in front of me, suddenly I couldn’t think straight. My heart seemed to be screaming, pounding fists against my chest. I wanted desperately to touch him, to tell him the truth, to admit that I fell asleep most nights thinking about him, that I found his face in nearly all my favorite memories. But I didn’t. Couldn’t. |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
My eyes were filling with tears. I couldn’t stop shaking my head. “Please. Please. I can’t do this.” He was silent for so long it almost scared me. I watched him swallow. I saw him struggle to collect himself, his thoughts—and then, quietly— “You can’t do what?” |
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.” |
An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
“(…) I keep waiting for this feeling to go away, but it’s just getting worse. Sometimes I feel like it’s actually killing me.” He laughed. I couldn’t breathe. |
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