almost at once , a rush of energy streaked up his spine , and a tingling like a funnel made of static opened in his head . running up the sidewalk and the few steps to the covered front porch , i lean over and grip my knees with my hands as i gasp for air . i dropped the glamour on me and on frost , so that the lipstick smeared across our faces . the letter from the dying father to his son ? `` i never fell back into love with you . 