He had a naughty wink Like sharing a secret with me Like bonding with me, without letting the world know A smile which I had never noticed before. A light touch when I passed the glass to him...
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging."
Jeanette Winterson
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