Boys that make you want to melt are dangerous.
[…] And I saw him looking over at me with an expression as close to a reminiscent smile as the occasion would permit, and I knew that he had been surprised by a memory either of devotion or my little buried catastrophe. I gave him a gentle uncomprehending look in return. I am a grown-up woman now; let him unbury his own catastrophes.
Alice Munro, An Ounce of Cure (via nineteencigarettes)
'We could be so beautiful,' I thought as I looked at you. A million future conversations, while laid in bed in our own little haven, flashed through my head in a minute. And I wanted to weep, because it felt like home so much. A home that I would always watch from afar. A home I could never have.
“The Observer” (via thepassingdialogues)