She never cared for earthly pleasures, but that was only because the fireworks weren’t beautiful enough. With him around, even the ashes were breathtaking.
The aloof, withdrawn little fairy instantly turns into a lovesick, clingy little sprite. That’s the magic of love.
His words are heaven’s will, impossible to defy. Wherever he wants to go is a sacred place on earth.
He loves to paint, so her white dress becomes his canvas. He loves a sky full of stars, so gazing up at the night sky becomes a sin for anyone else. Everything he loves is beautiful, and everything he hates is evil.
Young love is simply a world with room for no one but you.
