Gayle Forman. Just one day (№ 233390)

Is here - fall in love - with your finger he takes the "Nutella" from his pancake and puts a solid drop on my wrist. Hot and liquid, it begins to flow in my sticky hand, but William licked his finger, breaks it and eats. And all as fast as the Raptor, zapotevshie fly. This is love - he takes my other arm where the watch, and raises them until he finds what he was looking for. He again licks his finger and begins rubbing my birthmark, with force, as if trying to remove it.
- Love is a birthmark? - I murmur, removing his hand. But the voice trembles slightly, and the place which touched his wet finger, how strange burns.
- It's something for all that will not be removed, as would be desirable.
You're comparing love with... the blur?
Exactly.