How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.

You should know better.ʺ ʺIʹve never known better,ʺ he countered. ʺYou should know that.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that." And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet...at the same time I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster.

What are you? An after school special?

Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.