She wouldn't come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn't come back here... but God, I wanted her to.

I am in awe of the things you've been put through and the fact you can still light up a room when you walk in. When I look at you I see life. I see joy. I see my future.

Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.

This is new for me. I'm learning how to have a realtionship with someone other than Ashton. I made a horrible mistake. It was like a relapse. But you," I reached up and tucked the tear dampened hair that had worked its way loose behind her ear. "You touch a place inside of me that Ashton never did. I feel things with you I never felt for her. I loved her for a very long time. I can't help the fact I still want to be there if she needs me. Next time there is a choice to make it will be you I choose first. I can promise you that.

Too late. I’ve already seen the blush. Stop trying to hide it from me. I think it’s adorable.

My forgiving you doesn't make my heart hurt less. It takes awhile to heal.