Nothing is ever as beautiful as the first isolated moments with someone who might be able to love you — with someone

Nothing is ever as beautiful as the first isolated moments with someone who might be able to love you — with someone you yourself might be able to love. There is nothing as silent as these minutes, nothing so saturated with sweet anticipation. It is for these few minutes that we love, not for the many that impassioned, too, and infinitely satiated with their own bodies and with each other’s. But never again would it be so beautiful.

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