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He wanted to be her everything, show her in stages how it feels to tear worlds down, and watch with no words, her shuddering gasps, in awe his freezeframe of 'hallowed be thy name' He wanted to pluck those damn starry tears from her eyes in rainy clusters, and offer them up like quasar candy that he could pop into her mouth on any given day in sizzling July He wanted it all - a taste of that street french filler space that huddled between the 'here' and 'there' in her shadowy smile to sit back and reflect in high wonderment, this most glorious dance of her acceptance in all things colliding to feel the slight sway in her searching

I should have read this before. I ordered it from the library, it came in, and I forgot to pick it up. Simple as that. Just forgot about it. 'Oh that guy, that funny British one who's mildly attractive…I'll read it later, sometime.' I just got busy, and forgot about him. It's now, when I know what he went through, and the things in this book that he shares with brutal honesty, that I realise I should have read it then. I should have made time, and gone to pick it up. This one passage… "If that person tells you they don't think there's any point in living any more, just say, 'OK, well, I'm off now, but remember, we're going to se