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“I don't get it." She gestured to the crowd of dancing princesses and princes, and the twelfth princess in particular. "Don't you have a princess already?"

"The twelve dancing princesses curse isn't mine."

"Then... what is your curse? Why am I here?"

"Why are you here?" He leaned in, so close she could see the silver flecks in his dark grey eyes. "You're here because I got tired of waiting for you to die.”
― Sarah Cross, Tear You Apart

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“And what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do while you’re figuring out if you want to date this guy?”

The sick feeling rose up in her again. Leaving Henley – choosing someone else – meant losing him.

“Whatever you want,” she said. “I don’t own you.”

“Yes, you do, Viv. You know you do.”
― Sarah Cross