" So maybe until you decide,' he says, 'you can keep leaving little pieces of leftover thread in my room that I can keep finding excuses to return to you.'
I retrieve the thread from the grass where it landed after I tossed it at him. 'Do you want to just take this with you so you can give it back to me tomorrow?'
'I do.' Solemnly, he takes the thread. 'Can I kiss you now?" Josef asks.
'You can. "

― Monica Hesse , They Went Left