"Look at you. You know? You're the most incredible woman I've ever seen. So beautiful you make me ache. And you've got a heart to match. You're patient and dedicated and kind. A man who never worried about doing enough to earn you? That man would be an idiot."
"Ah yes," Georgie said. "The classic sitting-only shoe. Extremely practical."
Rosie chuckled and stood up, taking a runway strut out of the closet and back. "Practical or not, they're designed to put impure thoughts in a man's head."
It's been three years, four months, two days and a handful of hours since the first moment I set eyes on her.
The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
The absolute bane of my existence.
"Do you love me?"
His gaze was so intent the entire world seemed to stop. "You tell me. I never stop thinking about you. I worry about you all the time. Every beautiful thing I see reminds me of you. I can't finish my practices in Colorado without wishing you were around." he said in a steady tone. "You tell me what I feel."
Because fuck it, what was life if you didn't live it and make the most out of it? What was life without loving someone who cared about you a lot more than he cared about anyone else?