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I was always his girl.
Dally's girl.
That was me.
At least I was, until now.
I couldn't explain all of the feelings that were rushing through me, nor would I even want to try, as I watched his body be lowered into the ground. As always, Dally evoked emotions in me that I'd never felt before, and most I was sure I would never feel again. And I didn't ever want to feel this way again. This grief, this guilt, this overwhelming sadness that felt like it was crushing down on me, slowly eating me up until it would suddenly swallow me whole.
But I tried not to think about that. Instead I thought about all of the other emotions Dally had caused.
The anger, the frustration, the happiness, the love.
Dally knew just how to wind me up, and took far too much pleasure in doing so. But there was always something about him that drew me in. Some quality. Something that always had be coming back. Like a moth to the flame. And I always got burned.
We fought, a lot. Almost every single day. But there was some enjoyment found by both of us in the arguments. Most called us crazy. We just didn't work. But in some weird way, we did work.
And the one thing that made the fights worth it, made the constant arguing and endless pain he caused me, worth it. And that thing, was the fact that he loved me. And I loved him.
And I knew, standing in front of his grave, that I would never meet anyone quite like Dallas Winston. And I was sure, that I would never, love anyone like I had loved him.
'You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.'
Sarah Dessen