All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out. - Nikita Gill

- But what could you possibly see in her?
- Everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me.

Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.

It was the way your lip curled on the word “promise” that makes me uncomfortable. There are only three other people in my life that have ever used that word, and they are all strangers now.