He knows your name and you know his, and you almost killed him and because you got so close but you didn’t, you want to fall on him weeping, because you are so lonely, so lonely always, and all contact is contact, and all contact makes us so grateful we want to cry and dance and cry and cry. In a moment of clarity you finally understand why boxers, who want so badly to hurt each other, can rest their heads on the shoulders of their opponent, can lean against one another like tired lovers, so thankful for a moment of rest. 
Dave Eggers, Accident (from How The Water Feels To The Fishes)

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