He smiles. "See?"
I nod. "I see."
And then I'm crying, because it took me twenty years – since my mother left us – to figure that out. And he is the reason for that.
Hoody is the reason that I can be happy and try to accept myself. He's the reason that… that everything is finally good and fucking right in the world.
He's the reason for my feeling of righteousness.
Dear God, I love him so much.
What is he doing to me?
"Listen, there's something I have to tell you and I don't know how you're going to react to it, but-"
"I love you."
And there it is.
I'm thinking it isn't that hard to guess who said it first. :D
Um... thanks for the reviews. Wow. Overnight, the story went from SECOND most reviewed to... well, to FIRST most reviewed. THANKS FOR THAT!
review it please. tell me what you think.
(Oh, and lemons are coming soon).
bexie25
