Salinger would say, "Some people think love is sex, marriage, kisses at six in the morning and a bunch of kids, and maybe that's what love is, Miss Lester, but you know what I think? I think love is a hand that wants to touch and then pulls away."
Maybe love is the wind blowing slightly during lunch break that summer, or the cicada telling us that the eyes we look at each other are not as clear as when we first met.
Is it you who keeps moving forward, or me who keeps retreating.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
