I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me.
He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else.
Why does anyone ever make love?
He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else.
Why does anyone ever make love?
( Jonathan Safran Foer )
[ Extremely Loud and Incredibly ]
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