Eight years ago, my high school sweetheart spent 50 dollars to buy me the book I swooned for on a daily basis. This is it.  

Marked, dogeared, still working through. If I had to dub something biblical in my world, it would be this. The book has been on rooftops, through multiple moves and cities, shared by hands and stuck with pens–through backpacks and boxes, in light of blue and bright. Over wine and in the company of strangers, on bookshelves and stacked to floor, in the bed like a secret when I fall asleep. Through everything, a little miracle. I love so much about the words, the weight, the impact always on me. Worn with adored, and so my favorite thing. 

Thanks to J, all those years ago, for making it mine.