Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.

Endings are beginnings, and beginnings are ours to turn into something good.

I wouldn't have been sent back to help you," Tristan continued. "I wouldn't have been made an angel if it weren't important that you live, Ivy. I want you to be mine" -Ivy could hear the pain in his voice- "but you're not." "I am!" she cried out loud. "We're on different sides of a river," he said, "and it's a river that neither of us can cross. You were meant for somebody else.

There's a gentleness about April that made me ache. It seemed like I was always on the run, always working and chasing some goal or another, but April had a way of holding me still. And then I'd begin to hurt and yearn for something I couldn't describe, something I hadn't known yet. All I knew was the ache itself and the strange, sweet feeling it was.

Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.