Umm, just felt like branching out. Plus, the season finale had me reeling. And sorry it's so short, if I continue it will get longer after this. Does anybody want me to continue?
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He loves me.
All the time I've waited, and he picks now, now?
Now he tells me that he loves me? Just when the chance for us is gone? After I've already decided to move on? When I'm leaving? When there's no possible hope for us left? After he let me think he loved Peyton?
After everything?
He thinks he can just kiss me and say those words and everything will be okay?
How could he do this to me? He knows that I'm leaving. I told him that I just wanted to be friends, and okay, fine, so I lied on that. But just a teensy bit. Okay, a lot. A whole, whole, whole, lot.
But it's not fine.
And I'm not okay.
Because he loves me.
And I'm too confused to know how I'm supposed to feel.
How could he do this? How could he tell me when I'm practically gone already? Why would he wait? He had the trip to New York. And all the time after, and before, to tell me. To say it, to say something, anything. Why would he wait?
Did he think that if he said those words before I left I would throw myself to him and not go?
Why did he have to wait?
He loves me. And he told me. And he kissed me.
I love him. I just never said it. Because I couldn't.
Why did he have to wait?