" This is it,” he said with a sigh.
“What?”
“The moment. When I watch you sleeping…that peace on your face? This is it. I haven’t had it since before my mom died, but I can feel it again.” He took another deep breath and pulled me closer. “I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you. "

― Jamie McGuire , Beautiful Disaster (Beautiful, #1)