I don't answer. I don't have an answer because I don't know what I was thinking anymore. All I knew, all I know is that I love him. I love who he makes me want to be. I don't know, maybe I thought life is lenient to those who get to experience the type of love I feel for Anthony. I had grown so accustomed to getting everything I wanted, whenever I wanted, that it seemed absurd and farfetched that things would end like this. Anthony and I were going to live happily and in love after I finished high school. He was going to leave his wife and go back to F1 while I am in Australia playing netball. I would fly over to wherever his next race is during my off season, and he would come see me whenever he got the chance. And when we're both free, we'd vacation around the world, basking in each other's love.
"I love him." I say eventually. It is the only answer because what is love if it does not make you do something crazy?