“Okay, fine, I know it. And I want you to know that I’m interested in… this. Whatever it could be. Will, I like you. I’ve liked you. For basically all of high school. I mean honestly, I’ve thought about you for years even when I’ve dated other people. I still have all your comments from workshop, even the harsh ones. That’s weird, isn’t it? I don’t know, it’s just your writing and how you talk and your face. How you smell and stand. I like all of it. A lot. And I always have.” The words fall out before I can edit them.
