I should have fucking told him before, that night we were together in the truck. Should have said the words instead of just chickening out, making him guess what I was trying to say. Of course, he knew. He’s always known what I’m thinking, without even having to try. But, I still should have said it. Told him how I feel. How I’ve felt since the second I first saw him. He walked through those doors on his first day at school and it was like somebody had taken an anvil to my chest. Just one look at him, at his soulful eyes and stony expression, and I was fucking gone. Done for. He owned me
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