I’ve loved him my whole life.
He’s only ever seen me as the little crybaby who needed a lot of rescuing.
Now he’s back after 8 years away, and he doesn’t recognize me.
The look in his eyes says I’m finally old enough for the ride of my life.
I can’t tell him who I am now… can I?
I used to scribble his name all over my notebook, surrounded by little hearts. He treated me like his own sister, but I wanted more. I wanted to have his last name and wear his ring on my finger.