“We spent the next two years courting each other with words—our own, but also those of any writer we thought might impress. We certainly weren’t the first to go this route. But like every romance, and every reading list, it felt like our own. The question ‘What are you reading?’ became a convenient excuse to chat when we spotted each other online, to send links, to write long, complicated letters in which the subtext was always desire.”
“Love Stories” from The Paris Review by Phoebe Connelly
