If she were (looking into my eyes), she’d have seen how absolutely floored I was the first time I finally, truly saw her. The clouds moved at just the right moment, fully lighting her face by the moon. She was dazzlingly beautiful. Underneath thick lashes were eyes blue as ice, something cool to balance out the flames in her hair. I felt a strange flutter in my chest, like the glow of a fireplace or the warmth of the afternoon. It stayed there for a moment, playing with my pulse.

History isn’t something you study. It’s something you should just know.

I wanted to be his dear, his darling.

It's amazing how photography can capture just a split second of something exquisite.

I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me.

The Swendish queen— whose name I couldn’t pronounce to save my life.

We danced. Remember? I was so proud to have you there, in my arms,in front of other people. Even if you did look like you were having a seizure.