Sure, I've said his name countless times, held his hands as he trembled with fear, and stared into his green eyes whenever they got watery.

He was the Lance Bass I had always thought I knew but never really did.

But I was sure now that I knew exactly who lied behind those silvery green pools and charming smiles.

I traced back my thoughts and I could still remember his flesh upon mine. His hand was warm and so was his mouth when he kissed me and squeezed my hand as if to reassure me that everything would be okay.

So now the tables were turned.

He had made me vulnerable.

I was relying on him now.

But it was all worth it when he touched my hand slighty and said, "My heart belongs to you, Rachel. If you ever happen to break it, please, help me pick up the pieces."

This is how I knew I loved him.

Picking up the pieces would be too hard, so I knew, never to break them.