I have always loved her.

When I first saw her, I asked her to marry me.

When she was the most popular girl on the island, I loved her.

When I carried her across the threshold, giving her legs again, I loved her.

When I tried to be extreme, I loved her.

When we were tied up by the Tarantula people, I loved her.

When we shared our first dance at prom, I loved her.

When I got angry amnesia, I somehow still loved her.

When the plant clone Brady tried to "photosynthesize" with her, I loved her.

When I had a full day of compliments from her on my birthday, I loved her.

When the only thing she saw when she looked at me was a cheesy goofball, I loved her.

When I tried to get her uncle to cooperate with her father, I loved her.

When she dated other guys, I loved her.

When other guys tried to impress her, I loved her.

When I dated other girls, I loved her.

When she rejected me at first, I still loved her.

When I wrote her a note asking her out, I loved her.

When I survived a knife hunt in the jungle for her, I loved her.

When she was smitten with Sirocco, I loved her.

When I asked her out for about the billionth time, I loved her.

When she finally said yes, I loved her

When we shared our first kiss, I loved her.

When we were on a break I loved her.

When I told her I didn't love her anymore, I lied.

When we got back together, I loved her.

When we broke up I loved her.

When she tried to make me jealous, I loved her.

When I tried to make her jealous, I loved her.

When we got back together for the third time, I loved her.

When I proposed, I loved her.

And now as Mason walks her down the aisle toward me, I still love Mikayla.