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…

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.

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

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

Do you think Bubbles wants Chinese food
because it's made out of cats?" Genevieve questioned, shoveling a big bite into her mouth.

"Genevieve, that's just gross and wrong. Don't say things like that. Bubbles is a dog, and their stomachs are bottomless pits. They'll eat anything and
everything in sight."

Genevieve quickly swallowed. "Well, Bobby said in China they eat cats."

"Gen, I assure you, we.are.not eating cats," I responded slowly trying to make sure another food wasn't crossed off her 'will eat' list. It was ever growing shorter.

"All lies!" Genevieve proclaimed, sticking her fork high in the air with a piece of chicken, only to have it fall, never touching the floor. "See? Cat!