What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such small measure of time contain such enormity?
I suddenly realize why people believe in deja vu, why people believe they’ve lived past lives, because there is no way the years I’ve spent on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I’m feeling.
The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations — all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen.
An excerpt from Every Day by David Levithan