Just Wicked Enough

"I have come to discover men are such prideful creatures."
"And we're not?"
"Of course we are. But we are more capable of bending. Men tend to break."

"With a book, she could at least visit with people, even if it was vicariously, even if they didn't exist beyond someone's imagination."

"Was a sadness so profound that the mind sought escape into fantasy?"

"And while she pretended he was someone else, he would pretend she had no reason to imagine he was anyone other than who he was."

"How could he give her so much, yet leave her so little."

"I understand why you did what you did. Perhaps a part of me even admires you for it. But I can't forgive you for it."

"Love isn't found in words, Kate. It's found in quiet moments, a look, a sigh, a smile, a gladness." She sighed. "And very often, it's shown with sacrifice."

"If it pleases you."
And in his words, as always, Kate heard the echo of I love you."

"He'd spent his life travelling the path of least resistance, taking the easiest of routes, searching for the quickest of solutions, and with Kate, he'd discovered more satisfaction was found in fighting for something, in striving to meet her expectations."

"How could my heart be so wrong?"
"Because it was such a young heart."

"So he held the words tightly inside, safe from ridicule, safe from harm.. He'd built a wall around his heart to protect it, and she was slowly brick by brick, smile by smile, laugh by laugh, kindness by kindness, tearing it down. Tomorrow he'd refortify it."

"Tonight he simply wanted the haven she could provide."

"What do you want want to be remembered for?" she asked tartly.
He slowly shook his head. "I just want to be remembered."