For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
Eating is so intimate. It’s very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you’re inviting a person into your life.
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