Undeniably Chosen

We have to be bigger than the things we suffer.

Jealousy is when you want something that you can’t have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what’s yours.” He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. “And you better believe that I’ll be protecting what’s mine.

He searched for my gaze and the second he found it, I cracked a smile. “There it is.” He palmed his chest again and sighed. “All is right in the world again.

The universe doesn't hand out blank cards to play. You will know your hand soon enough.

His smile was small and immediate, crooked, like I’d put his whole world off its axis, but he was somehow okay with that.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he showed me what love felt like. As he showed me that a kiss could change your entire world.

The world isn’t always easy, but it’s those times when we’re tested that we’re forged in fire.

We fight, we make up, and then we start wars on your behalf.

And it’s not fair. But all’s fair in love and war, right?

That’s something in you, something in your guts and soul, imprinted on you, something written on your heart from that first touch that doesn’t go away.

know that everything happens for a reason. You are where you’re supposed to be. Anything worth having is worth fighting for.

love story is epic in its own way. It’s up to you how epic you make it. It’s up to you how much you love them and how much you fight for them and keep them and wind them around your soul.

was polite, he held the door open for women and paid for dinner. Not because they were the lesser class or couldn’t do it themselves, but because it was the respectful thing to do, because women were precious, women were to be praised, women were to be shown that a woman with a good heart would be rewarded with a man with a respectful soul for her. Dawson

This is like a freaking romance novel. What happened next?

It doesn’t seem like it now, and it hurts and it sucks. But the universe doesn’t hand out blank cards to play. You will know your hand soon enough.

There is a reason for this, sweetheart. I promise you. It doesn’t seem like it now, and it hurts and it sucks. But the universe doesn’t hand out blank cards to play. You will know your hand soon enough.

I'll wait for you however long you need. It's okay. I understand.

I waited for that day, for that one thing to complete me. To feel someone's heartbeat inside my chest and know that it was reciprocated. To find the one who belonged to me and could be the one to make me whole.

When couples start to get stale, instead of looking to books or movies or other people for their support or romance, they should be coming to each other, ramping things up, making things fun.

He was thinking how much he loved my skin, the way it felt against his. He loved the way I was so independent. He loved that about me, but he also loved that I accepted his help, like a hand up from a bench when he offered it. He wanted someone who could stand on her own two feet, but would admit she needed help if she did, in fact, need it. And he wanted me to need it sometimes because he was going to need me sometimes. He wanted us to need each other. I

If I never kissed you again, if I never got to feel your calm again, if I never got to wake up with you and look at your eyes and know that I had spent a night with you in my dreams, even if I didn't remember it," I laughed, but it was really a half sob, half cry. "Seth, you have to know that you have made me feel so loved.

day is its own infinity, every hour, its own eternity, every minute, its own forever.” I

It’s up to you how you react to things. It’s up to me how I handle situations. It’s up to us how we deal with each other. Each couple is defined by themselves, not by society or any other outside factor…unless they let them define them. And once they do, then they no longer have control over their own relationship.

Safe. Right beside mine, right where it belongs. You’re not lost, little bird, and you won’t be.

I loved his voice. It ran over me like a silk nightgown…and I hated and loved that.

His fire could cancel out my ice, I could cool his burn, or we could both burn hot and be happy together in the ashes.

I felt Seth pulling me to look at him instead of watching her go. That in itself made my pulse race. “That…” he sighed and licked his lip, “was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “You’re not upset with me?” The corner of his mouth lifted just a smidge before he leaned in ever so slowly and captured my lips, his warm palm finding my side inside my open sweater, tugging me to him with a jolt. I gasped against his lips. He enjoyed that immensely, smiling into our kiss.

When I heard her screech, I looked to see her moving aside as ice shards flung past her and slammed into the driveway. I felt the coolness under my fingertips. I looked under my feet to see the ice on the doormat. She gazed back at me like I was Beelzebub himself standing there in that doorway. “You asked for it,” I told her. “Get. Off. My. Porch. And stay away from Seth.” “You’re a freak,” she hissed. “I’m ascended,” I corrected and held out my hand again.