The Forever of Ella and Micha

Ella, when are you going to realize that you two belong together? Everyone who lays eyes on you can see it and is envious of it because that kind of love isn't supposed to exist." "What kind of love are you talking about?" "The kind of love that owns you. The kind where you know the other person inside and out. Where you can go through hell and back and still make it out ok.

For the rest of my life?" His voice softens. "Do you want that, Ella May? Do you want me eternally, infinitely, forever, till death do us part?

You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

Love you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha

I love you, Ella May," I whisper, kissing her cheek. "And one day I want to be doing this exact same thing at our wedding.

You’re fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I’m going to. Either that or I’m going to have Ethan chase him down right now so I can punch him in the face.

That's because you loved me. You just didn't know it yet." "You didn't know it either. You were just as blind as me.

I'll always be with you, inside and out," she reads. "Through hard times and helpless ones, through love, through doubt.

I realize that even through the hard times I’m sure we’ll face, I’ll never be able to walk away from her. -Micha

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

I cling to him like he's what keeps me thriving. Because he is.

I search my brain for the truth. “I want it more than anything, just as long as you promise me one thing.” “And what’s that?” “That if at any time it gets to be too much for you, you’ll leave me—walk away and get out.” “That will never happen,” he guarantees me. “You need to give me some credit. You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

I think the people who go through more can end up stronger in the long run. They have insight in to what a lot of people don’t have and a better understanding—they can be more open-minded. - Ella's mother

You just need to remeber that asking for help isn't a bad thing, so make sure to do it, because there will be times when you need it.

What kid of love are you talking about?" "The kind of love that owns you. The kinds where you know the other person inside and out. Where you can go through hell and back and still make it out okay.

isn’t as important to feel great about all the things we do,” I say softly. “But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we’ve done.

People never mean to do thingd that are hurtful, yet sometimes it just happens, through an intense moment, through brief rationalization, or by simply speaking words that only belong inside one's head.

But I still fear I’ll break him, and that boy is too damn sweet and beautiful to ruin.

The kind where you know the person inside an dout. Where you can go through hell and back and still make it out okay.

It isn't as important to feel great about all the things we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we've done.