What is it with you, Eden?" he asked quietly, but his back is turned and he's staring out the window at the ground below. "You're not supposed to figure me out. No one is.

Because Tyler might have told me his secrets, but now he has a new one.

For four hours, I listen to Tyler's voice, endlessly whispering and quietly laughing. He tells the camcorder about the first time we met. He talks about all the things he loves about me, some of which are habits and mannerisms that even I've never noticed before. He talks and talks and talks, hardly ever pausing and without a single second of hesitation at all as he reflects on the moments we've shared together. Of conversations and kisses, trespassing and parties.

I don't know what being in love with someone is supposed to feel like," Tyler admits with a breathy laugh, "but if being in love means thinking about someone every second of every day...if being in love means your entire mood shifts when they're around...if being in love means you'd do anything and everything for them," he murmurs, "then I am endlessly in love with you.

I feel him smile against my lips, and he dares himself to whisper, "I'll see you next summer, Eden.

But sometimes, just sometimes, Tyler and I forget to pretend.

Dark haired guys are so, so much better.

I need you because I'm in love with you, Eden, and I have no idea how I'll ever get over you.

It's gonna take me a lot longer than a year without you to get over you.