LANA:

I don't love you, Clark.

You are safe. You keep me warm. You tell me to hide behind my eyelids and that when I come out, the bad men will be gone. But I'm not always so helpless. Sometimes, when you're far away and it's late at night, I crave danger.

My heart has never been broken. I'm always the one looking at myself and realizing the feelings have subsided, and I'm left with the reflection of tears in my eyes. I always choose the safe guy, the guy I know I'll end up leaving. I guess that's how I take control of my life-choosing guys I know will bow down to me, worship me.

But Lex. Lex is….too much. His past is not one of loving parents and playing with cows on the family farm. He's suffered so much, at the hands of his father, his girlfriends and wives, and himself. Could I cool the suffering? Could I heal his wounds? Could I give myself to him in blind adoration, putting my heart on the line?

Just this once, could I be the protector?

CLARK:

I love you, Lana.

I'm so sorry I can't tell you my secret again. When I did, you died. I can't let you die. If that means losing you, then so be it.

I know I've lost your trust, but I hope I haven't lost your love. We can work this out. I promised you we'd always be together, and I want to keep that promise. We can get through this.

Or can we? Can we live a life twisted with lies? Can you wake up next to me every day and look at me, wondering what I'm keeping from you? Am I insane? Am I a meteor freak? Am I a murderer? Who are you sharing your bed, your love, your life with?

I'll keep loving you, Lana, for a long time.

LEX:

I swore I wouldn't fall in love with Lana, but here I am.

I am madly, deeply, passionately, obsessively, finally in love with Lana. I am surprised at myself, and angry at myself for being so weak. She's Clark's.

But is she really? How does she keep loving him when she doesn't trust him? He lies to her, every day. By not telling her his secret, he cuts her over and over again. Whether they're together or apart, he lies.

If she'd let me, I'd tell her everything. I'd tell her every secret she wanted to know, and a few she might not want to know. I'd throw my heart to her and hope she catches it. I'd let her break my heart over and over and over. That's how much I love her.

I can give into weakness, just this once.