"Are you going to press charges?" Ben asks.
"I don't-"
"You should," he interrupts.
"That not your decision," I remember why I was mad at him, "can we just talk about something else?" I say aggravated.
"Sorry, ya, we can...I hate it when we fight," he blurts out.
"Me too."
He hugs me and promises, no, I make him swear, that he won't bring the accident up again.
"I love you, Katie." He says.
"I love you too," suddenly a laugh slips from my mouth.
"What?" he says confused.
"Nothing, it's just-when I was with him," I don't want to say Luke's name, "I practiced and practiced saying those words, like I was scared or nervous. That wasn't love. Love isn't something your scared of-it should never make you nervous. It should make you feel powerful and happy-strong. It should feel like how I feel when I'm with you. I'm not afraid when I'm with you, because we're in love."
I watch as a tear trickles down his face. He grabs me, pulling me closer to him on the bench, and takes my head in his hands.
Our lips connect, and it's like electricity.
