Better to have a single perfect diamond than a sack of flawed stones.

Her father picks different names for her as they change locales, but he uses Miranda often, presumably because he knows how much it annoys her.

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee. Stirring clockwise to conjure. Widdershins to banish. There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and pointy hats are overrated. Sometimes I see other customers practicing. Pouring their cream and sugar with studied intent. Stirring with purpose. I add an extra spoonful of sugar to my own coffee for them, to make all of our enchantments sweeter.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.