Yes, Mel. That's exactly why I left without explaining. Because I think about you before I think about myself. Always remember that, Little Ballerina. Always.

I think I like you," I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear.
"I think I like you back.

Why the anchor?"
"Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.

You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes.
"And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

I mean this is the kind of love people dream about, poets write sonnets for, and well it's the kind of love that keeps people from losing faith in humanity and encourages people to believe that true love still exists and it's still powerful and still wonderful. (Quote from a reviewer of Loving Lily Lavender)