Mar 1, 2017
I was kissing her all over—anywhere—her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows and all, her ears—her whole face [...] I held hands with her all the time, she was terrific to hold hands with. We'd get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie was over. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
the catcher in the rye, j.d. salinger