ffakelove:

@bibliophilesnet mission 1: favorite book

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But they were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.

“Patroclus,” he said.

He was always better with words than I.

— THE SONG OF ACHILLES