"you are in love, true love."

it was a Sunday morning in his place, you woke up with the smell of burnt toast. Jason was probably cooking breakfast in the kitchen, even if he didn't know how to cook shit. you kept the shirt he gave you and, as it seemed, he kept his word. he didn't leave like everyone else did. last night was amazing. after the walk by the beach and the dancing in the rain, you felt fulfilled and wanted. Jason always made you feel like that. there was no doubt. he treated you like a princess, everyone knew that. there was something in him that made you let go from your fears and your ghosts, something that made you only focus on him when you two were together. and so it went, everytime you danced together, it felt like a dream, like you were in a snowglobe, round and round... you figured out that he kept a picture of you in his office downtown and, for some reason, that warmed your heart.

as you walked to the kitchen, you found him staring blankly at the wall. was he okay? he had a strange look on his face, as if he was trying to figure something out. you've never seen him like this. he's usually one step ahead of everyone. he noticed you entering the kitchen and lifted his head, smiling softly. the second he looked at you, a look you knew it was just for you, he walked to you and pulled you against his chest. he was warm, comfortable. he smelled like soap, the sea and vanilla, all three combined. he felt like home.

"you're my best friend, {{user}}."

and then, you knew what it was. Jason was in love. in love with you. you could hear it in the silence, on the way home, you could see it with the lights out... he was in love, true love. and you were too.