... but it's a party... and you're both talking to other people, and you're laughing and shining, and you look across the room and catch each other's eyes... but not because you're possessive, or it's precisely sexual... but because that is your person in this life. And it's funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it's this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about.
ps yo también quiero correr por ny escuchando david bowie
