we’re enough... just this, no pressure for more... that’s all that I ever wanted.

And now—our love is so true, I won’t take a step without you. Thank God, you came. If you love me, please don’t ever let me go.

I didn't just love him…I needed him. Not in some desperate "you complete me" sort of way. No, Vincent didn’t make me whole. He improved me. Something about him—something I didn't understand—had a way of amplifying the good in my nature while muting the bad. He was a catalyst for my soul. I didn't need him in order to exist...I needed him in order to be a better me.

I already knew our “ever after” wouldn't always be happy or even comfortable―and clearly it couldn't be expected to go according to plan. Still, it was ours. And we were both determined enough to see it through to “the end.

There are no shortcuts to true excellence.

I’m not good enough for Duke.”

“I’m good enough for you.