Book: Give me your name. Page 4

I was satisfied and didn't ask about anything else if he bent over and picked up my self-esteem that I so easily threw at his feet.

But if you remember everything, and if you're like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you're ready to slam the door, and will not remain any vagueness in this life, then at least this time, even jokingly, even for this, it will be too late - but turn towards me, look at me, like when we were together and it meant everything to me, hold my gaze and tell me your name.

He was always more into me than I am, because when he became me and I became them many years ago in our bed - it was then that he became and will forever remain my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.

We found the stars, you and me, Oliver. But it is given only once.

I believe with every cell of his body, that every cell in your body should never die, but if she has to die, she better die in my body.

"Please don't hurt me," which really meant, "You can cause me any pain, what you want."

We were not written for one instrument: neither you nor me.