and I glance down at Darcy beside me. She looks so heartbreakingly beautiful. She gives me a soft smile and turns back to the bride and groom, and her new earrings catch the light. Her awestruck expression, so delighted and surprised, only fed my addiction. I’m going to marry this girl. The thought struck me eight years ago, during a conversation before class our first week of school. Embarrassed by it, I buried it as fast as it sprung up; I was eighteen, for Christ’s sake. I knew, though. A few conversations with Darcy Andersen, and I knew she was the one for me. She glances back at me with a
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