Chloe is sarcastic, but I love her.
Chloe is annoying, but I love her.
Chloe is mean, but I love her.
I love her.
I pretend to love Audrey, but I don't. She thinks I love her, poor her, she thinks I love her. I never have and never will. There is something special about Chloe that makes her so appealing. Her inner-beauty some might say. I've never looked at Audrey the way I look at Chloe, and I know I never will. I don't know how Chloe feels about me, and I might never know. I've passed up my chance with her for my boss' daughter. I'm so stupid. I beat myself when I see Chloe hint a smile, or a laugh, or any sign to show that she's happy. Audrey is nice and sure, she's pretty, but she's no Chloe. Nobody's like Chloe. I can't compare anyone to Chloe, it just wouldn't be fair.
When I found out that Chloe was sleeping with Spencer Wolff, I almost died. I had never felt so angry and jealous in my life.
When Audrey asked me if what Diane had said was true, that I still loved her, and I had answered, "I've never stopped loving you" I only thought of Chloe.
Audrey would've never put her job on the line for me the way Chloe did, and that's a fact. Audrey's a perfectionist and wants to help her 'Daddy' in every way possible.
I can trust Chloe with my life, and I don't think I can trust Audrey with something that big.
All of my friends are dead, and my only family hates me. Chloe's still here, and I'm glad she is.
If I tell her I love her, she'll brush me off, and ask if it's a joke, maybe even compare herself to Audrey, which she shouldn't.
I want the best for Chloe, for her to be happy, and she can't be happy with me, but that's all I want for her.
Now, I'm just wishing I could've broken up with Audrey and gotten together with Chloe before all this business with the Chinese.
I love her.