“When I purchased the plane ticket, I was coming here for you.” He lifts his gaze to mine. “When you entered the restaurant, I knew I was here for me.” I lied. I wanted him to say that, but I didn’t know it until two seconds ago. That’s the thing with love; it’s untimely, unannounced, and underestimated. It’s not a choice. It’s a state of being.
