A boy might stand here waiting for her to say it back, but I don’t need that validation. Bailey might not know what love is, but I do. Love is telling me I’m acting like an asshole when no one else will. Love is taking me shopping to find shoes that don’t rub my feet raw. It’s waking up every goddamn night for weeks to swim in the river with me, so I don’t have a nightmare. Bailey doesn’t need flowery words. Bailey needs proof.
