Sarah Freese

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“I love you, too," she said.

Nathaniel's brow furrowed. He turned his face to the side and blinks several times.

"Thank God," he said finally. "I don't think unrequited love would have suited me. I might have started writing poetry.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Tell me that we danced, Noah Noah. Tell me that, that’s what it’s like to fall in love.”
― Fredrik Backman, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

“They all do, I think. You are in all of my happiest places. You are where my mind goes when it needs to be soothed.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place