The One (The Selection, #3)

by Kiera Cass

I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I’m not around to tell you so. Love, Dad

my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion.

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

“If you live,” I whispered, “I’ll let you call me your dear. I won’t complain, I promise.”

This isn’t happily ever after. It’s so much more than that.