Ella

“Catalina.” There it was again. Not Lina. Catalina. “I’m glad I didn’t kiss you.” Something halted in my chest. “Why?” The word was nothing more than a shaky whisper. “Because when I finally take those lips in mine, it will be the furthest thing from pretending. I will not be showing you what it would be like if you were mine. I’ll show you what it is. And I sure as hell won’t be showing how good I could make you feel if you called me yours. You’ll already know that I am.” He paused, and I swore I could see the restraint in his posture. As if he was stopping himself from pouncing and returning us to our former position, right against the hard surface of the wardrobe door. “When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real.”
― Elena Armas, The Spanish Love Deception

“We look for meaning in everything, but what if there is no meaning? A glitch in time with no purpose. The random chaos of the universe.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“When people see tears, they stop listening to your hands or your words or anything else you have to say. And it doesn’t matter if the tears are angry or sad, frightened or frustrated. All they see is a girl crying.”
― V.E. Schwab, Gallant

“I’ll love you until my heart gives out. I’ll be your man for a thousand years. Longer if I’m allowed.”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer