Carolina

“He swallowed against the lump that was forming in his throat, fought for
words, fought even for breath.
She reached out and touched his hand, her eyes pleading, her cheeks still
wet with tears. "I could never forgive myself," she said. "I don't want to destroy your dreams."
"They were never my dreams until I met you," he whispered.
"You don't want to publish your journals?" she asked, blinking in confusion.
"You were just doing it for me?"
"No," he said, because she deserved nothing less than complete honesty. "I do want it. It is my dream. But it's a dream you gave me."
"That doesn't mean I can take it away."
"You're not."
"Yes, I—"
'No," he said forcefully, "you're not. And getting my work published ... well, it doesn't hold a candle to my real dream, which is spending the rest of my life with you.”
― Julia Quinn, Romancing Mister Bridgerton