We saw each other the next day and the day after that. Do you remember? We’d meet at the stables in the afternoons and ride together or walk in the woods where we knew we wouldn’t be seen, holding hands, stopping now and then for long, slow kisses. I was ridiculously happy, content to simply be with you, pretending it wasn’t odd that we never spoke of your engagement.
now he's writing like he has no ulterior motive... what's going on with him?!
