She wrung the life out of each day, loved like she’d never been hurt, and laughed like she’d never known sorrow.
It seemed like the people who cried the least for help were the ones who generally needed it most.
Why was my body’s reaction to coming home the same as if I were being chased by a pack of wolves in waist-deep snow?
Getting you to realize that you and me, we’re not over.
I didn’t just see a future when I looked at Luke – I saw the explanations of my past.
Hey, Blue Bird.” His voice was lower, his words raspier than before. “Sorry it took me so long to make it back.
I don’t want to make things more complicated for you, so just let me know how I can do that. Unless you want me to complicate things for you, then by all means, let me know how I can do that as well.
I told you forever ago that I wasn’t going anywhere. That there was no one else for me. No one else I wanted to love. Nothing can change that.
I love you. Still. Always. There’s nothing you can say or do to change that.
All I asked from you was your hand in marriage and now I want the rest.
So please stop pretending you were the only casualty in the game of you and me. Because I bled just like you did. I died a little that day too.
Luke Archer kissed like he played baseball – intently, skillfully, and like he’d spent his whole life practicing for this one moment in time.
The fable of us had been rewritten. With a spin that had exposed the truth. Instead of the happily never after we’d been dealt or with the happily ever after that was a lie, we were retelling the ending. Boone and Clara – happily even after. It was a great story. The greatest one I’d ever heard.
No amount of fame was worth the cost of losing you.
A man’s legacy isn’t the number of people who know his name,” he said, his words warm against my skin. “It’s defined by one good woman who knows him and loves him despite it.
Only because to really know and understand a person, that person has to want to be known and understood. Which you didn’t. Which you probably never will.
I see the real you, Rowen,” he said at last, tucking his chin over my shoulder, “and I like who you are.
As long as you want me, I’ll be here. Right at your side.
I think someone’s usually supposed to make coffee in the morning, but I don’t have coffee because I’m still a child who thinks it tastes like ass.
If the person you love doesn’t want to make you breathe fire and pull your hair out every once in a while, she’s not the right one.” My.