Joe: I love you!
Stella: What?Joe: I love you. I love that I remember what you look like with braces. I love that you’ll spend an hour picking out bandannas with me. I love that, the whole summer you were in the pool you managed not to get your hair wet. I love that when anything good happens to me, the first person I want to tell is you *-*
(não ponha isso no google tradutor,vai traduzir tudo errado --')