Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.
I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.