Ethan, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what he wanted. He was clear about his feelings, and he wasn't afraid to show me affection. He'd hold my hand, look into my eyes, and tell me how much he cared about me. I was swept up in the romance of it all, and I couldn't help but feel like I was the luckiest person alive.
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. alexis andrews pov
"I love you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Ethan, on the other hand, seemed to know
"I love you too," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I was swept up in the romance of
And then, the inevitable happened. Ethan met someone else. Her name was Rachel, and she was everything I wasn't - outgoing, confident, and beautiful. I was devastated. I felt like my world had been turned upside down.
I listened, my heart pounding in my chest. I was still drawn to him, still captivated by his presence. But I was different now. I was stronger, more confident. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't afraid to say it.
It wasn't until I met him again, years later, that I realized how much I had grown. I was 25, and he was 31. We met at a coffee shop, and I barely recognized him. He was more rugged, more weathered, but his eyes still sparkled with kindness.