My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

“I need to say something.”

My heart started pounding harder.

“I do not want you to choose me because Evan left,” he said.

I nodded.

“I do not want gratitude mistaken for love. And I definitely do not want a promise made by two six-year-olds turned into a debt.”

“Noah.”

“Let me finish.”

I nodded.

“I love you,” he said.

I looked at the paper in his hands.

“I have continue reading …