Sublime

‘You must think me mad,’ she said, ‘to still love a boy I last saw ten years ago. But it doesn’t make any difference, not to me.’ ‘No,’ said Thomas. ‘Distance separates you from him, and if the units of distance were miles and not years, nobody would think it strange

She’d always been a little enamored with Stella, orbiting around her like a satellite planet happy to be washed in her light.

Other people’s parents are often a delight.

She had, he thought, one of the world’s great laughs. The kind of laugh where a person didn’t feel that he was being laughed at. The kind of laugh that was an invitation: I cordially invite you to join in this matter that I find amusing.