If me dying meant you living, how could that be anything but good?

I do intend on giving you things, but that's not what I mean. I'm going to love you more that any man has ever loved a woman, more than you ever dreamed you could be loved. I promise you that.

I'm not sure if fate or destiny is real. But I can tell you that sometimes the very thing you've been hoping for will walk through the door, determined to fend you off. And still. somehow, you will find that you are enough.

[But] I have come across anything so painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish it was something I could save and share with the world so I could tell the universe: this is what it's like; this is how it feels when you fall.

Thank you,” he whispered. “At least I can know for certain that, for one brief moment of our time together, you and I felt the same thing.

I always wondered if they’d change you.