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I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.

An honest man speaks truth, don't expect him to speak sweet.

Dad, she's beautiful. I remember where she was standing.

She is beautiful like an angel, charming like a fairy and sweet like honey.

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.

Eleanore," he whispered again, tilting his head to mine, his lips skimming past my cheek, his breath in my ear. "I'd wait forever for you, you know. If it mattered. If you'd care.""I do care," I whispered back, miserable.His fingers tightened, warm and firm. "No, you don't. Not the way I mean. Not yet.

I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy--with all my heart.""And I love you, my dearest Elizabeth. Forever and ever.

He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn't care. "I'm coming back for you, Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear it on the River Styx.

He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from you.

You need not to love everyone, but you need to be polite with everyone, people will appreciate your politeness more than your love, because politeness is sweeter than love.

I am asking you to marry me because I love you,_ he said, __ecause I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh with you, and I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are, all the while secretly knowing I am the luckiest man in town.___hat?_ she demanded.He shrugged. __ man__ got to keep up appearances. I__l be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

If you think everybody hates you, then your ignorance is beyond the limit, because there's a loving heart somewhere longing to see your face.

You__e sorry? I damn near drank myself to death, I could barely get out of bed, I shattered my phone into a million pieces on New Year__ Eve to keep from calling you _ and you__e sorry?__ bit my lip and nodded, ashamed. I had no idea what he__ been through, and hearing his say the words made sharp pain twist inside my chest. ____ so _ so sorry.___ou__e forgiven,_ he said with a grin. __on__ ever do it again.___ won__. I promise.__e flashed his dimple and shook his head. __ fucking love you.

You don't even like me, remember?" That's what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is closer to a baby's first attempt at babbling. "Shh." He runs his fingertips along my cheek, caressing my face. "Hush. I'm right here." He looks at me with deep anguish in his eyes. Like there's so much he wants to tell me but feel it's too late now. I want to stroke his face and tell him that it will be okay. That everything will be all right. And I wish so badly that it would be.

Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.