The Realm of Possibility

I don't want to say much. For something like this, there are no right words, certainly no desire to share what's turned out to be your personal hideout for the impossibly short time of two days; only a secret place in your heart and the knowing that you will never forget. I wasn't going to write anything, and I'm only doing it now for my peace of mind.

I'm not sure how I'm still my whole, almost-sane self, when while reading I was breaking hundreds of times. This unbelievable thing of a book was too much of life. Longing to love and to be loved, for someone to understand you, keep you close, and not ever let go. Little things, memories that have no price and have all the price in the world. All the intertwined voices, stories told in such a sincere and beautiful way that not once I had to…