“And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.”

“I love you," I whisper.
"And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.”

“I have always preferred maps to books. They don't answer you back.”

“I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.”

“There’s a thing the children say.
—What do the children say?
—They say: Will you always love me?
—Always.
—Will you always remember me?
—Always.
—Will you remember me a year from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Will you remember me two years from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Will you remember me five years from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Knock, knock.
—Who’s there?
—You see?”

“I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.”

“My God, I have almost never believed in you, and yet I have always loved you.”

“For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.”

“You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.”

“I have not always loved wisely, but I was young.”