Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

I watched her, waiting.
She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed.
I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

If he'd done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.

Bite me.