“I don't believe in fairy tales," she breathed."I'd like to make you believe." He leaned over and kissed her forehead.”

“I don't believe in fairy tales, but I believe in you and me”

“Who says happy endings are only in fairy tales? Pray, believe and wait patiently on God and He will make a fairy tale out of you”

“You make me believe in love, which I'd give up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale.”

“Lincoln?” she asked.“Yes?”“Do you believe in love at first sight?”He made himself look at her face, at her wide-open eyes and earnest forehead. At her unbearably sweet mouth.“I don’t know,” he said. “Do you believe in love before that?”Her breath caught in her throat like a sore hiccup.And then it was too much to keep trying not to kiss her.”

“Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, "Name's Tim. Nice to meet you.”