'I don't want to leave her, but I'll be dead meat if I'm caught. I just hope that tonight is enough to show her that I'm the one who loves her. I know I shouldn't of but I used our link to see what was on the piece of paper that could have shaken her so much. I know he doesn't love, not really, I mean he can't. He could never love her. Not like I do. I'm her link, not him. He could never know how she loves to dance around her room when she thinks no one is watching or how much she loves to ride on her bike and just follow the road not going anywhere expect away. He'll never understand how much she wants to just be held and cared for. He could never understand how much she needs to just be accepted for who she is, every part of her, every crazy moment, every beautiful mistake she'll make. How she needs to have someone accept her even when she feels like she losing her head, or when she doesn't even understand herself anymore. He will never know how to love her like I do.'