Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.
Nikolai had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But heβd never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.
Hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in.
