Savannah

“Edward,” she mumbled softly.
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.” She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream.
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“That’s probably just a good rule to live by, though. Always keep part of yourself hidden.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Chase

“You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.”
― Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us

“carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis