You start to cry. A familiar sound, peculiar: the sound of your name. You put your arms around her waist. It is softer than you’d imagined it. You hold her very tightly, and she holds you as if for life. You wish there was something you could say, to comfort her. But what?
— Taiye Selasi, The Sex Lives of African Girls in Granta: The F Word  (via distantheartbeats)