Book snapshot

Love is like throwing yourself off a high bridge with no guarantees but believing that the person you love will catch you. Will you catch me, Adam? Sometimes I fear this feeling that weighs me down, the swarm of thoughts that multiply inside me, and all the women inside me talking, arguing, clashing, and collapsing. Entering your apartment without knowing you, without us ever speaking, and with you not even knowing I existed didn’t lessen the feeling I felt as I took my first steps into the place. Through the silence that pervaded the place, I knew what was inside you before I met you. I simply felt a sense of belonging. Do you understand? Your face was familiar in the crowd, as if I had passed you one day without ever meeting you. I don’t know why I chose a face so foreign to me as my companion on the journey. I will wait for you, Adam.