Chapter SIXTY

RUNNING  YRENE'S POV I let out an excited squeal as I fell back on my bed, with my teeth out open.  Ethan did like me. I repeated those words over, and over in my mind, and started with a light chuckle, that progressed to giggling, then ended up in me laughing like an insane person. And it didn't stop at me laughing. It ended in my tears.  Someone finally liked me—someone worthy. Someone who wasn't trying to play with my feelings, or do anything of the sort.  I sniffed, and wiped my tears which were falling profusely, and then I laughed again.  All those times, Ethan was telling me he liked me. It was his body language. He had liked me, and was showing it by caring for me, but I had been too blinded to see. I had been blinded by my low self-esteem. Was that why he had wanted me to see myself as someone better? Maybe if I saw myself as someone better, then I'd realize it was possible for him to have feelings for me, and then eventually find out he liked me? Thinking of Ethan was very ti