For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.