"What if I told you I've always wanted you and you only?"
The sound from the TV pours into the room and she giggles, shifting from where she’s nestled into his side, reaching across him to grab another handful of popcorn, “Who comes up with these lines?”
He laughs and shrugs, trying not to think about how freeing it must be to tell the girl you love that she’s everything to you; how it might be to tell her that she’s held his heart since the beginning.
“I mean, really,” sighing, she pops a kernel into her mouth and shakes her head sadly, “How does she still not know he’s in love with her?”
“Beats me-” his head is swimming and it feels as though his heart is trying to rip itself from his chest, “Maybe he’s just good at hiding how he feels…”








