The One (The Selection, #3)

by Kiera Cass

You might not want to fight for the things that most others would fight for, like money or notoriety, but fight all the same.

He stopped breathing for a second. “What did you say?” I smiled. “I love you.” “One more time, please? I just—” I took his face in both of my hands. “Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you.” “And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you.”

America, 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. You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do. You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. I think I’ve discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side. I love you, America. Yours forever, Maxon

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.” “Shhh,” I urged. “I’ll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don’t want to die without you knowing that.”