We each survive in our own way. - Sarah J. Maas

It's a rare person to face who they are and not run from it - not be broken by it.

I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... the wait was worth it.

"Of course." He picked up the brown bag of candy on the table. "What's your . . ." He trailed off as he weighed the bag in his hands. "Didn't I give you three pounds of candy?"
She smiled impishly.
"You ate half the bag!"
"Was I supposed to save it?"
"I would have liked some!"
"You never told me that."
"Because I didn't expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!"
She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table. "Well, that just shows poor judgement on your part, doesn't it?"