You and I are meant to be. It's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to find my way back.

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

That's what true love is. It cannot be broken, it cannot be chipped away, it's eternal, everlasting, and it can weather any storm.

What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm—what if I'm broken for good?

So you’ve made a friend. How sad for them.

Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?

The trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes