True Love Story

Love is enough. Love does conquer all. Love really does always protect, trust, hope, persevere...

Little Bird, our love has been hard-earned from the very beginning. It is more precious to me than anything on earth. I can't just let go of it. And I won't stop fighting for it." ~ Ian

You’re going to break my heart, Sparrow Fisher.” And I think, Not before you break mine.

Never hesitate to tell the truth. It's the only way it will be any good.

My heart will always beat your name

Aren’t you worn out from running?” His lips follow a tear down my neck, and then he brushes my face with his hand. “I don’t want to live without you another day. I’m begging you for another chance. Please.

I've never been at home anywhere, but I am with you.

Love is enough. Love does conquer all. Love really does always protect, trust, hope, persevere... I'd even go as far as saying that love never fails. I finally believe that.

You may have to break this heart before you can use it. You may have to take it apart and start all over with me. I know it hurts to change, but I don't want to stay the same. Take me. Break me. Do whatever it takes to make me what you need me to be

If you were looking for a sign from heaven, baby, I’d say they’re all around you. Take note.

I've been looking for you, his eyes are saying. You've found me now, I'm certain my eyes are saying.

I suppose I might never have known or believed that love could be so strong if I hadn't seen it dragged through this hell. Now I know that love can truly endure anything.

I just want you to know...that if you didn't get me a single present...the way you love me would be more than enough.

Wherever people go to find peace - that's what I find in the ocean.

You're impossible. You're delectable. You're incorrigible. You're edible. I sigh, frustrated and turned on. You know it's true. He inches closer. No, I can't really say that I do. Well, I can.

With shaking hands, I hold the letter and slide my back down the wall until I'm on the floor. My tears drop on what he's written, leaving blurred ink in its place. I cry for everything that's lost. I cry that he gave up. I cry for the anger in his words. I cry that he's found someone that has made him consider letting me go. I cry for the day I ever met him and thought I could handle someone like him. I cry that the girl he met that day in the restaurant is long gone. And I cry because I don't know what to do with this person that's left.

I'm not used to people saying exactly what they think. Filtered talk is as popular as filtered water these days.

I still love you, too, Ian. It just doesn't mean anything anymore.

My life didn't begin until you breathed into it. ~ Ian

You are in me. In the deepest part of me. Deeper than my memories, my unconscious thoughts. Deeper than my ever-changing emotions. You are in the place right next to where I keep my faith in God (a faith that I won't let go of now, in spite of it being shaken many times, from without and within). You're deep in me.

It's a half-moon tonight and it's shinin' half-bright as if the sky could understand the way I feel inside-Half of me is livin' half a world from here, half of me is dyin', cryin' one lonely tear silently in the half-moon light Sparrow. Nothing will be completely right until you're with me.

The day I met you, I went home and told Jeff that I had met the girl I would marry... not 'would' like I thought it would happen, but would, as in, if I could marry any girl in the world... any girl ...I would choose you.

Ian Sterling has ruined me. And he's ruined me for anyone else.

Books,” I say firmly. “I’m crazy about books.” He laughs. “Okay. That’s cool.” “I like to read them and write them,” I say shyly. Hello, my name is Sparrow and I am a nerd. “He lifts his eyebrows, and his eyes land on my mouth. “God, everything you say is hot.

He reaches over and grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. "You're gonna break my heart, Sparrow Fisher." And I think, not before you break mine.

My hope is that what has gone before is only the introductory chapter of our love story. There are more memories to be made. ~ Ian

I can trip falling UP the stairs. I can trip over nothing. My own two feet are fully capable of betraying me without any warning. They're vicious, really.

Um, Sparrow...did I really hear you say dagnabbit?

I seem to draw the crazies like a moth to a flame. Ian says the bugs come to the light.

This really is crazy. All I know is he makes me feel things I've never felt and I don't care--he might be all wrong for me, but I don't care!