“I like you!” I yell from my gut, from my heart. “I like you, Oscar!” He careens back like I shoved him. I’m combusting into a million little pieces, but I push forward from the door. “You’re right, I’m not upset by the set-up. Because I like you.” I speak from the core of my being that I never reached until recently. Until I was twenty-seven and fell for him. Maybe I’ve been falling for even longer. I just couldn’t piece it all together.
