Even so tiny a loss has the power to still feel like a loss.
Jonathan GoldsteinAnd of course there was the loss of women, some of whom he still woke up aching for. He'd study their remnants alone at night - slips of paper bearing old phone numbers. Photographs. A mitten. In bed he would stare at the ceiling, trying to seize on the exact feeling of a particular woman's head on his chest. It's weight, the smell of her hair.
Jonathan GoldsteinHow do you get over a first love?” he asks.
“You never do,” Howard says. “It just stays with you and becomes a part of who you are.
But I am enjoying the feeling of inbetweenness — that not-yet-being-settled feeling — and I plan on dragging it out as long as I can, because its a state of grace where all things are permissible.
Jonathan GoldsteinIn sleep things are simpler. No regret over the past. No worry for the future. Only the present. And as bad as a dream gets, at least you get to sleep through it.
Jonathan Goldsteinhe rubbed his feet back and forth on the library carpet and when she walked by, he touched her with the tip of his index finger
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