I'm sure you would have stopped it if you could have." "In a heartbeat.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.

I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I'll love you." There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. "I love you, Aspen. You'll always be my prince.

I only really ever hug my mother. Is this okay?” he asked. I laughed. “It’s hard to get a hug wrong.

Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.

You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.