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“He’s jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He’s jealous of the sun, because it warms you. I feel you, even when I’m not feeling you. I talk to you when I’m not talking to you. I love you, even when I’m not loving you.”

— Basquiat (1996) dir. Julian Schnabel

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We never saw each other in the mornings. She’d wake up at the crack of dawn to take a shower and soon I’d wake up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Let me tell you, I hated the stuff. But somehow she’d gotten it into her head that I needed a dose of caffeine in the morning to get rid of my sleep. So every morning, like clockwork, she’d wake up a little early to drink up her orange juice, and take her time brewing my coffee. Later she’d go to work, and I’d have a steaming mug waiting to kiss me good morning on the counter. I could’ve easily told her that I hated the stuff, or poured it down the sink instead of drinking it up. But I never did. Because if you ask me, love is drinking the coffee anyways.

— Fragment from that book I never finished #1, Alaska Gold.