“We’re terrible at so many things—remembering important dates, college, making friends—but the one thing we’ve always been halfway decent at is being together. We owe it to ourselves to try.”
“Our love is rare. It’s one I can’t abandon, even if I tried. When she screams, an identical one rips through me. When she cries, my world rains with grief. When she loves, I truly, truly fly”
“I dreamed of a winter wedding. The snow, the cold. That was one of the things I dreamed up at thirteen—when I didn’t know who I’d marry.” His eyes redden. “But I’m marrying you, and the way you exist in the sun is the purest shit in the world.”
“If you need me to scream off every mountain peak and yell until my lungs bleed that I love you, that you’re mine, that everyone can shut the fuck up and let us be—I’d do that.”
“Secretly, I just like looking at the gifs. Many people have created them from videos of Lo kissing and flirting with me. We’ve been called OTP (one true pairing) so many times that I literally have to stop myself from producing happy tears.”
“There are reasons why Maximoff says his parents are the strongest people he knows. Why he believes in them endlessly and faithfully.
Every time they’re kicked down, they crawl to a stance and fight towards courage. And I’m lucky as hell that I can call them my family.”
“How much did it hurt?” I ask.
“Did what hurt?”
“Watching her with other guys.”
He flinches back like air escapes him. After a short pause,
he says, “It felt like someone was drowning me in fucking salt water and
lighting me on fire.”
“My best friend—” he pinches my cheeks “—has turned me on since I hit puberty. I love everything about her, and there’s not one day that I go without thinking, I’d like to fuck that girl.”