You look at me and tell me you think you’re some goddamn obligation to me. You look at me and tell me that we’re pretending when the connection between us is the most tangible, overpowering thing I’ve ever felt in my life. If this is pretending, then I damn sure don’t want to know what reality is.
I love you, Eveline,” he whispered, though he knew she could not hear him. “Somehow, I’ll make you hear me and you’ll know that I love you as fiercely as it’s possible for a man to love a woman.
You don’t understand. How could you? We were in the worst sort of hell. We weren’t living day to day or even hour to hour. We survived minute by excruciating minute. The next day was an eternity away and we didn’t want it. Death wasn’t the enemy. It was our salvation.
Stubborn, hardheaded woman.
It is simple. If you want to stay, then don’t go.
I’m not going to hurt you, damn it.
As if he conveyed by actions what he could never say in words. Would never say in words.
I looked at you and knew what was missing in my life. What I wanted in my life. I’ve never stopped loving you, Ren. I can’t make it any simpler than that.
The only way you could disappoint me is by giving up on us, because all I ever want you to be is mine.
He’s no stranger to pretty words.
Let’s just say I’m use to getting my way.
Because you’re making a habit out of running away from me.
You’re not going to lose me. Never that. I’m always going to be here.
God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me.
If you ever wake up and see the light and decide you want me back? You’re going to have to crawl.
I can’t let you go again. I won’t let you go.
Now tell me you love me again. Tell me you’re not going to run from me ever again.
I don’t want you to leave me.
And make no mistake, Julie. We are having a relationship.
I’m the man who loves you more than anyone else will ever love you. I’m the man who wants to be with you and will do everything I can to keep you from every being hurt.