making lists.

"I'd made a list in my notebook of all the things I missed about him. The way he wrinkles his nose when he's thinking was one. How he holds things were another. But now I needed to talk to him for real and no list would substitute. I stood by the phone while my stomach turned itself inside out. During the time I waited, a whole species of butterfly may have become extinct, or a larger, complex mammal with feelings like mine. But he never called back. This probably meant he didn't want to talk to me"

Currently reading The History of Love by Nicole Krauss