What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.
I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
Richelle Mead, Blood Promise (via feellng)
From this new and intimate perspective, she learned a simple, obvious thing she had always known, and everyone knew: that a person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn, not easily mended.
The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
"Dearest Cecilia. The story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the Surrey park at dusk in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return, find you, love you, marry you. And live without shame."