I love you. I’ve loved you for a while. I loved you when I tried to force myself not to, when I wanted to remain loyal. I loved you when I didn’t even realize it. When we woke up next to each other and you tickled me, and when I cried on your shoulder, sitting in that swing. When you spooned me to sleep and you kissed me goodbye. I loved you when I wasn’t supposed to. That summer, I loved you.