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“Promises are meant to be broken, that’s what people always say, but what if I want to keep mine? To this day, I’d sooner break my bones
than go back on any of the words I said
so dearly to you. We’re so young, God, we’re so young. Only sixteen with a pocketful of big dreams. The world is in our hands, that’s what people always say, but what if I’m afraid to carry it? What if I don’t want to be Atlas? You, my dear, are unshakeable. You hold your cards close to your chest. Courage finds a home in the space between your ribs. I’m too young to understand, that’s what people always say, but I am old enough to see. There’s a forest fire in your eyes that sets me alight. A bravery in your heart that beats in tune to mine. My darling, you’re something out of a story. Poetry doesn’t begin to do your soul justice. Change is inevitable, that’s what people always say, but what if that change is good? There’s a lightness to my steps there wasn’t before. There’s a brightness in my heart there wasn’t before. If you held me up to a candle, my silhouette would be covered in your name. Before you, I used to care what people always say
your lovely heart led me astray in unexpected ways. Sometimes I think I’m going to burst into flames. From the spark you struck inside my chest. I wonder, how do you keep from setting yourself afire? But then comes the startling yet undeniable understanding.
You are fireproof, lionheart and now I am, too.”
― Tashie Bhuiyan, Counting Down with You

“My heart is yours, Hazel Sinnett," Jack said. "Forever. Beating or still.”
― Dana Schwartz, Anatomy: A Love Story

“Someone should tell you you're beautiful every time the sun comes up. Someone should tell you you're beautiful on Wednesdays. And at teatime. Someone should tell you you're beautiful on Christmas Day and Christmas Eve and the evening before Christmas Eve, and on Easter. He should tell you on Guy Fawkes Night and on New Year's, and on the eigth of August, just because.”
― Dana Schwartz, Anatomy: A Love Story

“Really, there was nothing more dangerous than a woman who knew her own worth.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six