No, no he was not. Brad loved me from the time we were fifteen years old. It took him until we were nineteen and twenty, and me saying I liked him for him to do anything about it. Well, that's not entirely true, he had talked to my mother about it...in depth. It was just never the right time to say anything to me. Finally, one night in my barn, I confessed that I was falling for him. I also kissed him first. What can I say, he's a real gentleman. He's also incredibly supportive of my dreams, honest to a fault, and one of the most amazing people I've ever met. I can't wait to marry him!
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