It was supposed to be a love story - such a funny concept, for a two-hour movie. Love wasn’t supposed to be about a moment where you looked into a boy’s eyes and felt the world spin from beneath your feet; when you saw in his soul all the things that were missing in yours. Love came slow and surefooted and was made of equal measures of comfort and respect. A girl wouldn’t fall in love, she’d sort of glance down and realize she was mired in it. A girl knew she love someone when she looked out ten years from now and saw that same boy standing beside her, his hand on the small of her back.
