He’d do anything for the people he loved, and I knew without question that I was the person he loved the most.
America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion.
My country can never be taken away from me now; I’d happily given it away.
You can be quiet and go back to kissing me, or you can leave.
In the end, we made enemies with our heads, but we unmade them with our hearts.
Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you.” “And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you.
Yes, you’re trying to make it to the end, but not by beating someone else.
It’s funny what you hold on to, the things you remember when everything ends.
A note caught my ear, and I dropped my hands, my fear and worries fading away as the song took hold. It.
America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you’ll wake up to my kisses every morning. And then some.” I bit my lip at the thought. “But now I have to go. We’re pushing our luck.
America, my dear, I hope you find something, in this cage worth fighting for.
Disagreements don’t mean a loss of compassion.
I’d studied her face in a dozen shades of light, in a thousand stolen moments.
Aspen would not have the satisfaction of breaking my heart anymore. He’d put me here, and I would just have to take advantage of it.
I had been raised a musician, but I was surrounded by artists.
Exactly,′ the queen said. ‘I’ve been where you are, and I know how difficult it is. You second guess the things you do; you second guess everything he does. You wonder over every conversation, trying to read into the breaths between sentences. It’s exhausting.
Thank you. For that and for the rain and for not giving up.” He ran his fingers along my cheek and nose and chin. “You’re worth it. I don’t think you get that. You’re worth it to me.
He seemed forceful, and she combated that with a calming nature. She was a quiet listener, and he always seemed to have something to say.
That’s not much,” he noted. “I’ve never needed very much to be happy. I thought you knew that.
So why, here and now, in this frozen, useless time, did someone have to make me feel this way?