ADA
I was pretty sure Tyler thought I was angry with him, and if I had been in even a slightly better mood, I would have chuckled at that misconception. It was far from anger that consumed me in that moment; it was a mixture of frustration and concern. After all, what was happening to me was happening to us both. Without a doubt, I knew that this whole situation was likely harder for me, but it didn't mean Tyler, or anyone else for that matter took any joy in it.
Let's make this clear—I loved Tyler. That was a truth I saw no sense in hiding anymore. Yes, perhaps it was a little too early to say it outright, but it was undeniably how I felt. Each and every moment we shared felt like a precious gift, bestowed upon us by life itself. It was as though a hand from the heavens had reached out,
