Some days I’m the ocean. Some days I’m the ship. Tonight, I’m the lighthouse: at the edge, alone, and burning.

Because when you hand them that arrow and truly expose yourself, they only have two choices: annihilate you by driving that arrow through your heart or plunging it into theirs . . . and loving you.

I think your kiss packs enough energy to cause a solar flare and enough celestial wonder to make an atheist believe in God.