Red riding hood|| a.a
I let out a dark chuckle. "What didn't happen. I try to convince myself that it was all just a dream. Sure it seemed like a love story, and we were swept up in a whirlwind of each other, but my brain could never create something so magical. We were a love story. Sitting on the kitchen counter, messy hair and sweatpants, laughing as blueberry dripped down his chin, I couldn't have loved him more. I chose him and I always chose him. But no amount of I-love-you's could make him keep choosing me."