a confession

" We had bought a kilo of cherries and were eating them as we walked along.
We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and the
spectacle we presented, two grown men jostling each other on the sidewalk
and aiming the cherry pits, as though they were spitballs, into each other's
faces, must have been outrageous. And I realized that such childishness was
fantastic at my age and the happiness out of which it sprang yet more so; for
that moment I really loved Giovanni, who had never seem more beautiful than
he was that afternoon. And watching his face, I realized it meant much to me
that I could make his face so bright. I saw that I might be willing to give a
great deal not to loss that power. And I felt myself flow toward him, as a river
rushes when the ice breaks up. "

                                                         

《Giovanni's Room》