I Hated You First

by Rachel John

His admiration was not for show. It was not an act. It was solely about me and for me, and it filled me up more than any pretty words could ever do.

“Lauren, you are beautiful and weird, and I really like you. And I hope tomorrow doesn’t end in your dad wanting to punch me. Now go to bed, sweetheart.”

“Later. Right now, I’m going to face one of my fears and just tell you. I love you, Lauren. And it’s okay if you can’t say it back. I’m done being afraid of going for what I want.”