Karla

“You hear my heartbeat?” I nod, cheek rubbing the fabric of his shirt. “It’s beating for you, little bird,” he murmurs, holding me closer. “That can be our music.” “But you can’t hear mine,” I whisper, voice cracking. He pauses. “I can hear it, Phoebe. I hear it in my soul. I set my life by its every beat.”
― Julie Johnson, Cross the Line

“Because love, real love, the kind that lasts forever… it’s not patient or kind. Not pretty or perfect. It’s rough and hard as all hell. It’s ugly.” He steps closer, eyes never shifting from mine. “Love is holding someone’s filthy, tarnished heart in your hands and claiming it as yours anyway.”
― Julie Johnson, Cross the Line

“My advice,” I say, “don’t seek love from other people. Just love who you are enough that it won’t matter whether or not you find your Rochester.”
― Krista Ritchie, Some Kind of Perfect

“Frankly, this whole pining-from-afar, I-hate-your-guts-but-I’d-like-to-ride-your-face thing you’ve got going is not working for you.”
“That was… visual.”
― Julie Johnson, Cross the Line