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Hate how in the twenty-four hours I spent with her, she made me feel like a god.
Romantic comedies never have devils in them. It’s why they’re so easy for me to watch. I don’t get attached to the good guys.
“Hate me. Hurt me. Heal me,” he says again. “Well, come on, baby. Play God with me.”
“Until you came along and wrecked my whole world under a stupidly beautiful moon. I was so angry and you were so willing and...”
“And I was terrified.”
I don’t wanna go anywhere you’re not going, even if you take me straight to hell.
“There’s no difference between love and hate, Mavy. The opposite of those is indifference, and if you could hurt me, if you could like it, I mattered to you. Just like I mattered to her.”
Sometimes you leave the things you love, to keep them safe from just how strong your love can be. Because you love them enough to save them from yourself. Keep Ella safe. Love, Your Angel
“And I know I don’t deserve you, Ella. I’ve known that since the moment I met you, sitting against that tree like the world could go fuck itself as long as it left you alone.” He huffs a little laugh. “And I didn’t,” he continues. “I couldn’t leave you alone.”
“But I hope you know that I meant what I said. You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
“Don’t be fucking stupid, Ella. I love you, for fuck’s sake.”
“I fucking love you and I didn’t see you coming. I never saw this coming, okay? But I love you and your fucking red hair and your freckles and how you could eat everything in my goddamn house and still want more. I love how you beg me, how you want me to hurt you, how you kiss me. How you’ve defended me more than anyone else has in my life.”
He set my heart on fire when I wasn’t sure I could feel a fucking thing anymore. But I feel him, burning in me, and I know that flame will never go out.
