You were the one who changed us when you left me in the tree house; and you keep thinking that if you push hard enough, you can make everything go back to before that moment. It doesn't work that way. Give me a chance to choose you.

How did thie person-someone I'd imagined would be my polar opposite-always seem to find the things that would make me the happiest?

My shoes I got to pick. I chose worn-out red flats. I figured I should make it clear from the start that I wasn’t princess material.

I was afraid I was wrong, that you would change your mind any second. I’ve been looking for a suitable alternative, but the truth is …”—Maxon looked me in the eyes again, unwavering—“there’s only you. Maybe I’m not really looking, maybe they aren’t right for me. It doesn’t matter. I just know I want you. And that terrifies me. I’ve been waiting for you to take back the words, to beg to leave.

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

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?