"but his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin, all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone- riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria- even dancing, she danced alone- and it was the aloneness that filled him with love."
excerpt from "The Things They Carried"- Tim O'Brien
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