" I love you. I really do. I think maybe you’re my destiny.”
A grin slowly spreads across his face and he looks at me, in me, like he sees every single part. And if he can, he’d see there’s no darkness here, only light. Light for him, light for my life, light for everything.
“Sweetheart, I am so in love with you,” he says, and then kisses me, lips tender and warm and soft and I can feel his love radiating outward. He pulls back. “But that destiny shit is pretty cheesy. "

― Karina Halle , Song for the Dead (Ada Palomino, #2)