I love you," I said, and stabbed him.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.
I'm not married," he said softly, "because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.