I loved Danny.

But not with all my heart. There were moments when I almost felt as if I could give all my heart to him. There were many times where I was almost tempted.

But there was always Rafe.

And I loved him with all my heart.

I had given him my soul and my being, and when he died, I lost that part of myself, and I've never gotten in back.

Danny was only there to remind me, that the world kept spinning. He helped me pick up the shattered remains of my heart and pieced them back together, so slowly, so shyly, so tenatively, that it wasn't until after we kissed, I'd realized I'd forgotten what love was.

I did love him.

And never did I want to choose.

How can you chose between thunder and lightning? Passion and tenderness? Past and present, to determine what the future will hold for you. I always thought it was best, with the baby, that I didn't have to choose. I could be with a man I loved and not outrightly reject the other. The three of us were caught in a whirlwind and it didn't stop until they left.

And the choice was taken from me again.

Which was good in a sardonic way. I know... I never would have wanted to choose. Over and over again, I've asked myself who... and I've been scared to answer.

Even now, after all this time.

But I know, deep down in my soul.

I may have loved Danny, and he'll always stay with me in my heart.

But, it's about time I was honest, that I love Rafe. And never stopped.

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