#meg

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk

Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating-relationships #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love #meg-kavanagh

He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. "Megs?" Oh, right. She still hadn't told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious. "I love you," she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#love #megs #love

Despite what I said about staying the way we were, I changed. I, who have always believed in speaking my mind and made it my mission to uncover the truth, have found myself keeping secrets. Sometimes life is more complicated than the simple rules we make for it. ↗

— Elizabeth Chandler

#love #matt #megan #change

Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking their phones. But there was nothing to be done for this. We couldn’t change who we were or what had happened. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#depression #family #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk