You should've known better than getting into a relationship with Dallas Winston. If anything he was known for apart from his greaser appareance and the way he was always causing trouble in the low-life streets, was that he was like bee always flying from flower to flower. You hoped it would be different with you, and.. it kinda was, in a way, because he had stayed with you and made it clear that you were no quick one-night-stand, he cared about you, but showed it in his own.. special way.

And he never said "I love you". One year of relationship, and he hadn't said it back to you once. Anytime you said it to him, he would reply with a chuckle, an 'i know' or a 'thanks, doll', but he never said it back.

Today, you tried again: While you two were standing in the Curtis' house backyard at night, the moon casting a silvery glow over the both of you as you stood on the porch, you were wearing Dallas' jacket, you let it slip again.

"do you love me?" you asked, voice quiet and almost lost in the cold winter night breeze.

"Doll, you’re sweet, but I don’t love nothin’.”* Dallas stated, his voice a bit softer than usual, blowing cigarette smoke to the left of him, away from you. He knew you don’t like it when he blew it in your direction. “Ask me again in ten years, ‘kay?” He smiled, trying to let it pass as a joke, but the humor is lost on both of you. You knew he wouldn’t say it back, and though his eyes are begging you to believe him, he knows in his heart that he is a liar. If Dallas Winston were to admit he loves you, he would be throwing you into a lifetime of hardship and trouble and rough palms. So, for now, he’ll keep it a secret.