The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?

no one had to tell me anything. I know what I am

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it?

It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect - not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place.

Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.