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“Will gave a short, disbelieving laugh. "It's true," he said. "I am no hero."

"No," Tessa said. "You are a person, just like me." His eyes searched her face, mystified; she held his hand tighter, lacing her fingers with his. "Don't you see, Will? You're a person like me. You are like me. You say the things I think but never say out loud. You read the books I read. You love the poetry I love. You make me laugh with your ridiculous songs and the way you see the truth of everything. I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them. For you are odd and unusual in the same way." With the hand that was not holding his, she touched his cheek, lightly. "We are the same."

Will's eyes fluttered closed; she felt his lashes against her fingertips. When he spoke again, his voice was ragged but controlled. "Don't say those things, Tessa. Don't say them."

"Why not?"

"You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am—I am catastrophically in love with you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“As long as you exist and I exist, I will love you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Peter will love Lara Jean with all his heart, always”
― Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean

“If she kissed him, would he taste like blood or cloves or a mixture of the two? Sweet and spicy? Bitter and hot?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight