"I love you."

"You – you love me?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do."

"But… I thought this was just for fun. Remember?"

"Summer, you know this is more than just 'fun'."

"Ryan, you're with Marissa. This was just a mistake."

"Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me as much as I love you!"

"Who knows what love is, anyways!"

"I do. I do, Summer. Love is when all I think about is the way your eyes twinkle when you smile at me. It's knowing that chip in your bottom tooth 'cause I run my tongue on it every time I kiss you… just so I can feel it. It's wanting to put my arm around your waist just to know you're by my side. It's… my heart beating faster every time the smell of your lotion even comes close to me. Love is me, being right here, scared to death that you'll walk away from me and never tell me you love me too."

"I-I…"

"Please Summer."

"I know… the birthmark on your right shoulder that looks like a wilted rose. I know the scar that you have right beneath your chest… close to your heart, where your mom's boyfriend hit you at 10 years old and you cried… but didn't tell anyone. I know the dark blue line that circles your iris perfectly… just like the dark orange that surrounds the sun in the morning. And I know… "

"You… know what…?"

"I know that I love you too."