Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.

Whenever I look at me, all I see are things I'd like to change.

Damen's The One. Always has been. Always will be.

He pulls me into his arms, his touch calm and soothing, but unable to erase the truth. "I have to go," he finally whispers. "But Ever, if you want to love me, if you truly want to be with me, then you'll have to accept what we are. I'll understand if you can't.

Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.

And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.

So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.