I guess that’s how it started. Me, rattling your cage to wake you up. You reacting to me with irritation, anger, and on a special day, a smile. I fell in love with that smile. Jonas’s words sank in. I thought I was in love with you. But I was wrong. I didn’t love this Quinn. Except he did, didn’t he? I thought maybe I understood what he’d been trying to say. His feelings for me before were one-sided, they were based on memories and longing for something that could have been. Not real love. Not like the love he felt now. I love you, Quinn. This version of you. The real version.
