I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.

If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

I don't see how that is any of your business." Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever.

Our relationship couldn't continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. We would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. My decision was made, made before I'd ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. Because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. It was an impossibility.