Say that you meet someone again and you realize. Say that the day is bright, and the wind is cold, and you look, and then you see it—or rather, you don't, but the words—those words, yes—those words flit through your head, and you think, There it is.
“Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald
