Person: Why on earth do you fall in love with fictional characters rather that real boys?
I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.
I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.
Marry me. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
I love you, Roza. I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.
The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
I might be in love with you, but I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you.
I love you, and I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
My nightmares are usually about losing you.
“Don’t touch her,” he growled. There was a note in his voice that would have scared me if it had been directed toward me. He shoved me behind him, putting his body protectively in front of mine with my back to the table. Guardians came at us from all directions, and Dimitri began dispatching them with the same deadly grace that had once made people call him a god. […] The queen’s guards might have been the best of the best, but Dimitri…well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else’s, and he was using them all in defense me. “Stay back,” he ordered me. “They aren’t laying a hand on you.”
“I love you, Roza.I’m not going to let anything happen to you.“
The words were wonderful and dangerous. He shouldn’t have said anything like that to me. He shouldn’t have been promising he’d protect me. I couldn’t be first in his heart, just like he couldn’t be first in mine. That was why I shouldn’t have said what I said next.
”And I won’t let anything happen to you,“ I promised. ”I love you.“
“Another reason why you don’t want to be anyone except Rose Hathaway, huh?”
I sat down on a bench and folded my hands in my lap as I looked away. “I know I said that… but sometimes… Well. Sometimes, I wish I could steal another identity. Someone who isn’t guarding the same Moroi who… who other people are guarding.”
Dimitri stayed silent for a long time- so much so that I finally had to glance over at him, despite my self-consciousness…
“Someone like that… would make a few things easier,” he said at last, his voice low. Strained. “But someone like that wouldn’t be Rose Hathaway. And I’d rather live in a much more complicated world than in one where she wasn’t around.”