When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other,' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Beh reaches up and touches my cheek.“Love,” she whispers.“Luffs!” I respond, and her smile brightens even more.Without a doubt, I will do anything for her. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She’d felt it before, she felt it now: the pull to fall in with him, to fall into him, to lose her sense of self. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She said it was beautiful to be loved, and that it made everything on earth look brighter. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You are the trip I did not take, you are the pearls I could not buy,you are my blue Italian lake, you are my piece of foreign sky.You are my Honolulu moon, you are the book I did not write,you are my heart's unuttered tune, you are a candle in my night.You are the flower beneath the snow, in my dark sky a bit of blue,answering disappointment's blow with "I am happy! I have you! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>