That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.