Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

It turns out I'm absolutely terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem.

I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.

You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing.

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.

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.