Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

It means you got your glow on." He smiled, hovering right alongside me. "It means you're on your way.

He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?

You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.

Like when you scrape your knee and you get a scar, but then the scar fades so much that no one can see it but you. But you know where it is. Cuz you remember what caused it. And no matter how hard you try, you can never forget how bad it hurt when it first happened.

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.