"I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle."
"—“La verdad, me vale verga.”
—Pero Sócrates, no podemos poner eso.
—Muy bien, entonces ponle «sólo sé, que nada sé»."