“I’d like for you to stand outside my window with a boombox. Then I want a confession of your undying obsession with me and how you can’t live without me.” I consider stopping there, but Eli’s growing smile pushes me to finish. “After that, Eli Brooks, I want you to keep me.” “The Diane to my Lloyd.” This instant awareness of the infamous movie only cements how we’re endgame. How we were always meant to be endgame. We just needed our third-act breakup like any great Hallmark movie, before finding our way back to one another.
