shoot.shoot.shoot.shoot.shoot.shoot.shoot.
me please.
I tried my best to keep my smile in check and my stride still bouncy.
“What?” I asked, feeling happiness slipping.
We stopped walking and he held both of my hands now.
“Ashley, we need to figure this out. I love you. I want them to love me, too.” He was very serious, but still giddy.
I couldn’t speak. Words just seemed like too much right now.
I tried with my eyes. Why?
He looked at the darkenning sky. Then back at me.
It all came out in a rush, and I had to listen ver carefully to fully understand it.
“I just punched your dad, and your mom slapped me, and im sorry for all of that. I know you don’t like them and they probably don’t like me but I want them to. You’re important. This is important. I want them to love me, too.”
I nodded my head, still in no shape to actually speak.
Because the words I wanted to tell him, so many, the ones that would come out….
They don’t even love me.