There are times I forget that you have not been a vampire as long as I have. That is good. I feel as if we have known each other longer than the few short years we have.
When we argued last night, I let my stubbornness block me from hearing your side. You were right. When you left our place, something was missing. We have been apart before, but last night, it felt as if we had been separated. There was a hollowness in me, something I have never felt before. When I felt that void, I knew that amends had to be made.
One thing that has not changed, in all the centuries I have been on this world, is that some people cannot say they are sorry. I am not one of them.
Rebecka, I am sorry.
You can see why I love him.