Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?

It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

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.

Where there is life, there is hope.

But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

As above, so below, as within, so without.