His name was Ethan, and he was everything I wasn't - confident, outgoing, and ambitious. I, on the other hand, was shy, introverted, and still figuring out what I wanted to do with my life. But despite our differences, we clicked. We talked for hours, sharing stories and laughter, and I found myself feeling seen and heard in a way I never had before.
"I love you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible. alexis andrews pov
Ethan, sensing my anxiety, took me to his favorite spot in the city, a rooftop overlooking the skyline. He took my hand, looked into my eyes, and told me that he loved me. I was 17, and I had never felt that way about anyone before. I didn't know if I was ready to say it back, but I knew that I felt something deep and true. His name was Ethan, and he was everything
But life had other plans. Ethan went back to college, and we tried to make the long-distance thing work. We'd talk every day, text every hour, but it wasn't the same. We'd argue, and I'd feel like I was losing him. I'd cry myself to sleep at night, wondering if it was all worth it. We talked for hours, sharing stories and laughter,
"I love you too," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.