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“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“Viv closed her eyes, sick with regret. "Why do you act like no one ever loved you? I loved you."

For a second Regina's fingers were softer, almost caressing, at the nape of Viv's neck. "Hmm. Maybe you did. But it's funny ... how we want love from certain people, and if we don't get it from them, it'll never be enough coming from someone else.”
― Sarah Cross, Tear You Apart

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“And what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do while you’re figuring out if you want to date this guy?”

The sick feeling rose up in her again. Leaving Henley – choosing someone else – meant losing him.

“Whatever you want,” she said. “I don’t own you.”

“Yes, you do, Viv. You know you do.”
― Sarah Cross