She drew him down against her, and his sinewy strength and the softness of the bed became the safest place in the world.

She didn't feel like a girl when he kissed her, but like fire in a girl's form, burning and hungry.

I don't need you to say it back, but what I want is for you to listen everytime I whisper in the air how you made me fall-in-love with you all over again.

Over everything, I choose you

I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won't.

Sam…”
“What?” she whispered.
“Tell me what to do to fix it.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.”
He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.