hellobluemeetsgreen:

Strange to Love

“When I
touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is.
My body knows who she
is.

The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and
known.
There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private
geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago,
and now find the way out. She is the missing map.

She is the place that I
am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.”
     

from Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods (a novel)