Zander’s POV
It’s taking me forever to put the words I felt Isabella needed to hear down. The words I longed to tell her every single day. It seemed that I love you wasn’t enough. It paled in comparison to what I felt for her. " I love you" was so overused all the time that the words themselves seemed useless.
It was getting late, and I decided to go to bed and write my feelings down in the morning when I had a clear head. There was a tiny knock on the door that couldn’t have been anyone else’s other than Eliza’s.
“Come in, Lizzybug,” I called.
“Zan man, how did you know it was me?” Eliza said, smiling as she opened the door. Biscuit scurried into the room and hopped up on the bed to see me. “Biscuit was scratching at your door. I think he wants to sleep with you.”
“Probably, he’s sp
