His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

Love can make us do dreadful things.