Love the one who proves to you that happily ever after is only the beginning.

I’ll be here, beauty. Waiting for you.

So pretty with her long hair and bright eyes. And so pure and damaged at the same time, like a priceless vase threaded with cracks.

My husband and I will always be two people living one life of perfect imperfection. We’ll always live here, in the place of Liv and Dean, where problems are solved and locks are opened. A place of infinite love, persistence, tenderness, passion, acceptance, and forgiveness. A place where wishes are granted, dreams come true, and stories have happy endings – not because of fate or magic, but because we love each other so hard and so well.

The kind of friend who helps you remember which way is up. And who reminds you that sometimes that’s the only direction you can go.

I didn’t know this kind of love existed, the kind that can both shatter you to pieces and make you whole.

I can’t tell her that our recent troubles have tilted my entire world off its axis. I can’t tell her that for the past four months, I’ve been terrified.

I love you, storm girl,” I said. “I’d love to live in Mirror Lake with you. I’d love to work on the Spiral Project with you. I’d love to chase storms, outrun tornados, fix trucks, drive all over the country. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. As long as I’m with you.

He pushed. I yielded. He gave. I took. He captured. I surrendered.

I don’t know how it is that this one woman can both bring me to my knees and make me feel like the greatest knight in history.