I came for you.
I love you, Serena. Stay.
I’ll call you mine.
Recognizing your illness is the first step in your recovery.
I’ll take that as my cue to mind my own business.
We love you. We want you to marry us.
I’m not too proud to beg.
Who loves you, Ren?
I love you, Cole. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were second best or that I didn’t love you or that God forbid, you were a substitute for Lucas and that any man could give me what I want and need.
If I have my way, you’ll have her no longer.
I’m glad to hear that what belongs to me can’t be swayed by the pretty words of others.
She’s the one, Pop.
I’d give you the world if you asked.
You can have all the cupcakes you want.
You’re beautiful just as you are, Lyric.
I want to go to school. College. Get a degree. I want to make a difference.
And now Genevieve had taken over. He’d move the sun if that’s what it took to ensure her safety and happiness. Nothing was more important than her security. His focus was and had to be solely on her, for she had no other to champion her cause. If he didn’t see to her happiness, who would?
You were made for me, Eden. Just as I was made for you. We fit. We just fit.
Don’t push me away. I’m attracted to you.
It’s not ugly. It’s a mark of courage. Of survival. I think you’re beautiful.