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“When I was seventeen you said you wanted to perform an autopsy on me, to crack open my ribcage and squeeze my heart until it burst between your fingers.” What is that—if not flirting? She lifts her head off a pillow to near me, propping her elbows on the mattress. “That was me hating you, Richard. I dreamed of your death.” “You dreamed of clutching my heart,” I rebut. “Of killing you,” she emphasizes. I lean closer to her, our eyes locking. “Vous m’aimiez.” You loved me.”
― Becca Ritchie, Fuel the Fire

“You’re not a pit stop. You’re my finish line. There’s no one after you.”
― Krista Ritchie, Kiss the Sky

“I’m tragically in love with you too.”
― Krista Ritchie, Fuel the Fire

“How do you measure love? Is it by the things we’re willing to do? By the sacrifices we’re willing to make?”
― Krista Ritchie, Fuel the Fire