Once I had her hand, I never wanted to let go of her.

Yet I am stuck in the idea of romance, a dreamer; I want to actually fall in love with a man, then marry him

He thinks you're pretty." Genevieve yawned. "Guys always think you're pretty."

"Well people think you look like me," I
responded.

"They're only being nice." Her voice was hurt as she curled closer to me.

"They aren't being nice. You're beautiful, smart, and you know who you are. You're never afraid of saying what you believe in. I never want you to forget that, Genevieve," I spoke tenderly as I watched her eyes start to sag. "I love you, Genevieve.

...we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...

Purple,
Wonder, majesty, and enchantment doesn't
even begin to cover the feelings that I had the first time that I met you that only grew. The feeling was nameless, but as time went on it developed a name. Eponine, I adore
you…
~Riley

You are stuck with me till the world falls to pieces, and if we’re not still standing even then we’ll still find a way to be together…