He said he wanted last night to be for me, that I should be selfish — and I listened. Because when was the last time anyone had told me that that was okay? When was the last time — or hell, the first time — I’d ever thought of me? Of only me? It was like without asking a single question, without hearing a single story about my life, Zach understood me. All he had to do was look at me, and he got it. I’d never known that level of understanding.
