P.S. I Still Love You

want to push too hard. I always try to think about what your mom would do if she were here. I know
it’s not easy, only having a dad to talk to—” His voice breaks, and I cry harder. “But I’m trying. I
really am trying.”
I jump out of my seat and throw my arms around him. “I know you’re trying,” I cry.
He hugs me back. “You have to know you can come to me, Lara Jean. No matter what it is. I’ve
spoken to Principal Lochlan, and he’s going to make an announcement tomorrow saying that anyone
who watches or distributes the video will be suspended.”
Relief floods over me. I should’ve come to my dad in the first place. I stand up straight, and he
reaches up and wipes my cheeks. “Now, what’s this about a dating profile?”
“Oh... ” I sit back down again. “Well... I started one for you on
Singleparentloveconnection.com.” He’s frowning, so I quickly say, “Grandma doesn’t think it’s good
for a man to be alone for so long, and I agree with her. I thought online dating could help you get back
out there.”
“Lara Jean, I can handle my own dating life! I don’t need my daughter managing my dates.”
“But... you never go on any.”
“That’s my concern, not yours. I want you to take down that profile tonight.”
“It was never even active; I just set it up in case. It’s a whole new world out there, Daddy.”
“Right now we’re talking about your love life, not mine, Lara Jean. Mine we’ll save for another
time. I want to hear about yours.”
“Okay.” Primly, I fold my hands in front of me on the table. “What do you want to know?”
He scratches his neck. “Well... are you and Peter pretty serious?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I think I might love him. But maybe it’s too early to say. How serious can
you be in high school, anyway? Look at Margot and Josh and how that turned out.”
Wistfully, Daddy says, “He never comes around here anymore.”
“Exactly. I don’t want to be the girl crying in her dorm room over a boy.” I stop suddenly. “That’s
something Mommy said to Margot. She said don’t be the girl who goes to college with a boyfriend
and then misses out on everything.”
He smiles a knowing kind of smile. “That sounds like her.”
“Who was her high school boyfriend? Did she love him a lot? Did you ever meet him?”
“Your mom didn’t have a high school boyfriend. That was her roommate she was talking about.
Robyn.” Daddy chuckles. “She drove your mom crazy.”
I rest back in my seat. All this time I thought Mommy was talking about herself.
“I remember the first time I saw your mom. She was throwing a dinner in her dorm called
Fakesgiving, and a buddy of mine and I went. It was a big Thanksgiving meal in May. She had on a
red dress, and her hair was long back then. You know, you’ve seen the pictures.” He pauses, a smile
flickering on his face. “She gave me a hard time because I brought canned green beans and not fresh
ones. That’s how you knew if she liked someone, if she teased them. Of course, I didn’t know it at the
time. I was pretty clueless about girls back then.”
Ha! Back then. “I thought you guys met in a psychology class,” I say.
“According to your mom, we took the same class one semester, but I don’t remember seeing her. It
was in one of those lecture halls with hundreds of people.”
“But she noticed you,” I say. That, I’ve heard before. She said she liked the way he paid attention
in class, and how his hair was a little too long in the back, like an absent-minded professor.