Dianna nodded, but the smile she forced was anything but a happy one. I did not tell her I remembered telling her I loved her or that she did not say it back. That part I kept to myself, fear a heavy, dreadful thing that told me no matter what we did or shared, she did not love me.
I HATE a miscommunication trope. How havent yall said this yet??????? Dianna y god TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED
