"I picked you, not her. I picked you," He sighed, the anger in his voice dissipating. "If I had to pick all over again I would pick you," he whispered softly and I turned to him, wondering if I had heard him right. We had just been screaming at each other, treating to leave, but he was so good at stepping away from his emotion and handling a situation. "Say it again," I whispered, barley audible. "Please, say it again." He stared down at me, his eyes shining. "I will always pick you,"