Philippe Besson

Lie With Me

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  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast month
    For a long time, I tried to write down words about his disappearance. I found a lot. I even classified them in alphabetical order, if you want to know: “abandonment,” “absence,” “death,” “departure,” “dissolution,” “erasure,” “escape,” “extinction,” “flight,” “loss,” “retreat,” “vanishing,” “withdrawal,”—the other ones I forgot.
  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast month
    This passion that can’t be talked about, that has to be concealed, gives way to the terrible question: if it isn’t talked about, how can one know that it really exists? One day, when it’s over, when it finally comes to an end, no one will be able to attest to what took place.
  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast month
    There is the insanity of not being able to be seen together. An insanity that is aggravated in this case by the unprecedented situation of finding ourselves in the middle of a crowd and having to act like strangers.
  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast month
    This is important: he sees me in a certain way, a way he will never deviate from. In the end, love was only possible because he saw me not as who I was, but as the person I would become.
  • finalfadeouthas quotedlast month
    He also likes his solitude. It’s obvious. He speaks little, smokes alone. He has this attitude, his back up against the wall, looking up toward the sun or down at his sneakers, this manner of not quite being there in the world.
    I think I love him for this loneliness, that it’s what pushed me toward him. I love his aloofness, his disengagement with the outside world.
  • Sammy “котек” Kotovhas quoted2 months ago
    regardless of his pleas and ploys
  • Sammy “котек” Kotovhas quoted2 months ago
    do you take after your mother
  • Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
    Lisbon and the sadness that’s inevitable before such faded splendor.
  • Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
    This feeling of love, it transports me, it makes me happy. At the same time, it consumes me and makes me miserable, the way all impossible loves are miserable.
    I am acutely aware of the impossibility
  • Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
    To him, I’m a stranger.
    I’m in this state of one-way desire.
    I feel this desire swarming in my belly and running up my spine. But I have to constantly contain and compress it so that it doesn’t betray me in front of others. Because I’ve already understood that desire is visible
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