QUOTE : Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between my fingers. I try to memorize the angles of his jaw and the lines of his lips, because I know.<br /><br />I know this may be the last time I ever see him.<br /><br />Breathe fills my lungs, my throat relaxes, and I can't help but smile. Because I can see what he's thinking as clearly as if he'd spoken.<br /><br />He doesn't want to leave - he doesn't want to go home.<br /><br />He's going to choose me instead.