“He’s the need and the sparks and the laughter, and he touches my heart in a way it’s never been touched before. It’s terrifying and so honest it makes me dizzy.”

“As much as I should keep my heart in my chest, part of it runs away with him. And maybe that means part of his might be here with me.”

“It's killing me not to do everything in my power to beg you to be with me. To wait for me, because I'm waiting for you. Waiting to tell you over and over how much I still love you...”

“Because sometimes all we need is somebody to sit in silence with.”

“I had been so worried about him not wanting me that I hadn't stopped to know if I really wanted him--if he was right for me.”

“WHAT IS SAFE? Is safe the hands that hold you no matter what? Or is safe someone hurting enough to fight? Is safe the one who is strong as a pillar? Or is safe who wants to use the strength of two, not one? Is love safe? Or is it better to find comfort? Can there be comfort without love? Can passion come from warmth? Or does it need to come from fire?”

“My heart for yours," he offers."Deal.”