I used to watch him with her. They were always together, holding hands or stealing kisses when no one was looking. Theirs was one of those first loves that seem to last a life time, starting from the innocence of an adolescent crush to the complexity of a true marriage. Through family complications, a hotel explosion and an epidemic, their love had survived it all.

I admired what they had. Secretly, I wished for what she had as my own. Not just the love, but the lover. He was the perfect man, exactly what I would have chosen if I had my choice of anyone in the world. With all the lies she had told, I knew that he deserved better. I knew that I was better. He was my best friend, and if he just looked, I mean really looked at me, he would realize that what we had wasn't something you could just walk away from.

In the beginning, I could imagine doing such a horrible thing to him. To tell him a lie after all the ones she had threw his way over the past few months, I was afraid that it would be what finally broke him. However, the thought that a single lie could finally break them, it drove me to do it. I contemplated it over and over again in my head, could I really go through with it? I still wasn't sure, even as the words came out of my mouth. The pain in his eyes told me that I had been successful in my mission.

Standing the boathouse, I just let the events unfold in front of me. Silently, I watched as they argued, yelling and crying in fear and anger. When he burst out of the room, I should have followed him. Frozen in my spot, I just let her spew her angry words at me. I just let her hatred wash over me until she finally walked away. Within seconds, I was alone. The silence was too loud, my guilty conscience was all I could here.

I headed to the docks to clear my head, and instead, I ran into my father. Our conversation made me realize that what's done is done, and there's no going back or room for apologies. I had found something I had wanted, and I went after it. To live after my famous name in Port Charles, I should follow through. And with love pulsing through my heart, I knew that I had to follow through.

I found him there, on the porch, throwing cushions and cursing at himself. Standing on the porch of the boathouse on that humid, still June night, I knew that everything was about to change. I listened to him talk about it, begging me for details of something I hadn't even seen. Before I knew it, my arms were around him. He buried his face in my hair and then, we were kissing.