Josh: I love you. Do you still love me? Isla: How could you ask me that? Of course I love you. This hasn't changed anything. Josh: But it was my fault. The whole weekend was my idea. Isla: Hey. Hey. I wanted to go. It was my decision, too. I love you. I have always loved you. Josh: What do you mean? Always? Isla: I mean that you never have to worry about me leaving you, because I've been in love with you since our freshman year. There's no story. I saw you one day, and I just knew.