And I had nine years to sort out how I feel about you... nine years. It's not impulsive to want to be with you, Daisy. If anything, it's long overdue.
I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. And this time, I will never let her go.
Familiar like a forgotten song from long ago that takes you back to a moment the second you hear it. And you recognize who you were. Then. And now. And you have to figure out how to reconcile the two.
I love you. I’ve always loved you. And I’ll go on loving you until I don’t anymore.
Were they dating? Sort of. Exclusive? Not as far as she knew... Discovering new feelings was one thing. Actually changing your Facebook status? That was real. -- Savannah
