Three days later,

I've finished The Mercy of Thin Air. I cease to be amazed at how it can make me cry like a little girl. It's honestly my favorite book of all time. I can't even explain why; the way the characters are intertwined without them knowing until the end, the mystery of what happens to Andrew, how close he is to Razi at all times, and their unbreakable love, even after her death.
It makes me nostalgic. Well, maybe not nostalgic, because that would imply that I have experienced this at some point. I haven't. So it makes me wistful, I guess. I don't know, hopefully one day I will have a love like that. Preferably without the "unexpected death" aspect.