“Before her, never has any being fallen asleep on my person. It’s exquisite torture. I’m at once warmed, full of affection both from her and to her: yet my limb has gone dead beneath her. Painfully dead. Goodbye, my limb.… — Amanda Milo Copy Share Image
She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of… — Sarah Dunn Copy Share Image
