Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through.

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.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?