I refuse to admit how I feel about Rosalie. I can’t think the words, never mind say them. If I do, I’ll go back on my word and keep her forever. And I can’t do that to Rosalie. I can’t be selfish with her. Just like every other day during the past three years, I have to put Rosalie first. I have to do what’s best for her. And I’m not it. I’ll always be a reminder of what she lost – what the Priesthood took from her.
