The urge to cry begins to swell, which is really fucking stupid because I do not cry, dammit. I want to though. I also want to scream, and I want to drive to Monty’s place right now, bust down her door, and tell her I’m a dumbass and we should be together. I should fight for her and for us. I want a future with her, and I don’t want to give up. I fucking love her. I want to tell her all that, because I do. I love Montana Andrews, and I’m going to make damn sure she knows it.
