Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged—-the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to perserve a relation. The past drifted back and he wanted to hold her eloquent giving-of-herself in its precious shell, till he enclosed it, till it no longer existed outside him.
Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via weepling)

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