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Did she hate me? Did she forget about me? Did she ever want to see me again after I all-knowingly pushed her away? It wasn’t me that day.
“I’m scared to close my eyes because every damn time, all I see is you, and when I open them, you’re not there! You were gone!”
“I love you, Mia,” I grabbed her face and waited for her eyes to open to see this is real, “I’ll always love you.”
“The cruel irony is you are my forever but not my right now.” —Oliver Masters
“I never told you this before, but it took me two weeks to color coordinate these books. The first time I saw you reading in the mess hall, every spare second I had was in here, creating this space for you, trying to impress you.”
“This space was never mine, Mia. I mean, yeah, I found it. I was here first. This used to be my safe haven. But I created this space for you to run away to, to feel safe because that’s what you are to me. You’re my safe place.”
“I’m not going to make you remember me, Mia. I’m going to make it where you can’t remember anything else.”
“I love you, Ollie.”
“And I’m going to love you through this—”
“You just have to hold on,”
You’re Mia and Ollie. Never broken, only bent.
“I’ll show you. Please, wait for me. Just stay with me, Mia.”
I couldn’t blame him. I would have done the same. If anyone understood what falling in love with her was like, it would be me.
