I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

We don't always get the journey we want. But we always get the journey we need.

The trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

Life is still life. It’s still tough, complicated, and more than a little messy, with lessons to be learned, mistakes to be made, triumphs and disappointments to be had, and not every day is meant to be a party.