She took self-assured pauses, seemed not to care if we walked side by side but didn't speak. It was my inability to meet her on this silent bridge that led to her eyes pressing against mine.

Maybe doubting my intelligence, or depth of personality. I wondered if she didn't like me or if she looked at everyone this way, unable to stop herself from dee

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A person can’t be contained in your ideas about them. This was a core idea for us. To whatever extent I assumed I knew who Johanna was, I treated her as something that I could fit in my head — as something smaller than me. But she couldn’t fit in my head, nor I in hers: that was the exciting thing about it. You can only ever know another individual... See more