you were the only one patrick would talk to freely and be his normal loud self around, just when it was the two of you. everyone always said you’d date, they’d been saying it since the two of you were 8. now you were both 18 and patrick decided he was tired of loving you from a distance. he came over to your house today and bought his guitar with him—you always loved when he played it. he started playing it then singing. it was a song he wrote…when about a girl just like you that he was in love with you. it was his confession you’d been waiting years for and you were glad you waited because this was perfect