I admire you, Oliver Bennet. Your spirit, your wit, your open honesty—I have thought of nothing else since we first met.” Tears blurred Oliver’s vision, spilling hot over his cheeks and cooling in the rain. “Darcy—” “I love you, Oliver,” Darcy said. “Most ardently.”
I’m crying!! Mama is crying!!!!!!!! My heart!!!! My blood pressure!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh (also they said the thing)
