Jimena

“I love you, Ella.' I whisper. 'I will love you for the rest of my life. My heart's yours. Please don't ever give it back to me.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Defy Me

“Come back to me, love. Come back.” I’m still struggling to breathe, desperately searching his eyes for answers. Explanations. “Where?” “Here,” he whispers, pressing my hands to his heart. “Home.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Imagine Me

“Marry me,' he whispers.
I stare at him, disbelief and joy colliding. And it's the look in his eyes —the hopeful, terrified look in his eyes— that nearly kills me. I'm suddenly crying.
I clasp my hands over my face. A sob escapes my mouth. Gently, he pries my hands away from my face.
'Ella?' he says, his words barely a whisper.
I'm still crying when I throw my arms around his neck, still crying when he says, a little nervously—
'Sweetheart, I really need to know if this means yes or no—'
'Yes,' I cry, slightly hysterical. 'Yes, yes to everything with you. Yes to forever with you. Yes.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Defy Me

“this book
is for the grievers
this book
is for the left behind
this book
is for every broken heart
searching for a home”
― Kathleen Glasgow, How to Make Friends with the Dark