The history of love the way I remember it….

“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten.  She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick.  Her hair was being pulled.  Or she was pulling someone’s hair.  And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted–wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated.  In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt.  Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me.  If you don’t, I can still turn away.  And part of you thought: Look at me.”
— Nicole Krauss (The History of Love)


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