being physically intimidating didn't keep you from getting your feelings hurt. Everyone's heart is the same size.

You're up to something," I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?" "Yeah, you.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you'll go sooner than later.