I loved the girl standing in front of me—every quirk, every little part of her that she had laid bare with me, shown to me—I loved every piece of her. She had captured my whole heart, and she didn’t even know it yet. Didn’t know how much I loved her, how much I cared about her. She had never been more beautiful to me, and I couldn’t wait to tell her how much I loved her.
I’m crying
