“Do you love him?” I shake my head. “I’m not in love with him.” We are quiet again, and I think what a relief it is, how strange it is, to say that I am not in love with Jamie. “Why are you smiling?” Finny says to me. “I don’t love Jamie,” I say, and I laugh because it sounds so funny to say. “I’m glad that you’re happy,” Finny says. “I am,” I say. “Actually, I’ve been really happy.” Finny’s eyes soften, and we’re looking at each other.
