Elizabeth Mills

“He loved her. It was in every embrace, in flights under stars, in the crossing of swords, in secret ballroom dances, in the giving of things, in the life-savings, in the passing of handkerchiefs, the accidental touchings, the arguing about hyphenated surnames, the drunken picnics, the shared cups of tea. He loved her.

She made him understand the word.”
― Brigitte Knightley, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love