Love is—a shade of what I feel.

From the stars, to the stars.

Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable…and often achieve the impossible. I would not sneer at its power.

She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves without a second thought. With a mere smile and a wrinkle of her nose.

This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.
This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.

I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.

I know love is fragile. And loving someone like you is near impossible. Like holding something shattered through a raging sandstorm. If you want her to love you, shelter her from that storm…And make certain that storm isn’t you.

My soul sees its equal in you.

You honestly expect me to breathe in a world without air?