«We’re talking about the technical aspects of translation again. Do I have to do all the work here? Who can tell me one of the problems translators face? Rashmi raises her hand. Well, most words have...
Ti amo come si amano certe cose oscure, segretamente, tra l'ombra e l'anima.
The directness of her question throws me. I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times- my voice grows q...
Is Etienene okay?Haven't seen him.He went to Ellie's last night.Just when I thought I couldn't feel any worse.I twist the corners of my pillow. Did I,uh,say anything weird to him last night?Apart from...
He’s so close, yet so far away. – Anna
Happy Thanksgiving, he says, handing me my ticket. Let's see some dead people.
Emily Zola.That's only the second woman I've seen down here. What's up with that?But before St. Clair can answer, the grating voice says, It's . We turn around to find a smug guy in a Euro Disney swea...
´´You know what's the strangest thing about tonight? Tonight, being an astoundingly strange night?´´´´What's that?´´´´That you still don't realize I'm willing to do anything, anything-he gestured in a...
We've stopped in front of Notre-Dame again. I point at the familiar star and clear my throat. Wanna make another wish?You go first. He's watching me, puzzled, like he's trying to figure something out....
The grapes are smaller than I’m used to, and the skin is slightly textured. Is that dirt? I dip my napkin in water and dab at the tiny purple globes. It helps, but they’re still sort of rough. Hmm. St...
I don't know. No one has ever so completely confounded me the way you do.
I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.' I blink at him. Neruda. I starred the passage. God, he moans. Why didn't you open it...
His reply is anguished. Honest. I love you.
For the two of us, home isn't a place.It's a person.And we're finally home.
But he’s grinning at her. She grins back. You’ve made quite the new best friend, I say. His expression turns to regret. Children do have questionable taste. I laugh. It’s the first time I can remember...
Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to...
There’s only one thing I don’t love about him. .
The only French word I know is oui, which means yes, and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-u-i and not w-e-e.
Suddenly I register that St. Clair is shorter than Josh. Much shorter. It’s odd I didn’t notice earlier, but he doesn’t carry himself like a short guy. Most are shy or defensive, or some messed-up com...
Seriously. We were never like that were we?