So we contemplate each other, and we want each other, and I give it life and warmth, and it gives me my reason for living.
If I love in thee, beloved, only what thou lovest most, do not be angry; for so one spirit is enamoured of another.
We had a lot in common. I loved him and he loved him.
What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
Women who love the same man have a kind of bitter freemasonry.
It was really like waking up one morning and going, Wow, I enjoy being with this person more than anybody else in my life, and it just turned out to be mutual.
There may be community of material possessions, but there can never be community of love or esteem.
