“Jeez, I missed you,” I say. “Like a whole freaking lot. And when I was lying there in your bed—by my lonely-ass self—I thought about how I want people to know that I miss you. That you’re important to me.” His eyes rove around my face. “I want them to know too.”
Okay, good. An aware, informed decision, with realization that there may well be serious negative (potentially, planned-career negating) consequences following this statement post. Considering how much unnecessary verbiage this author drags into this tale, I'm really curious about how this will end.
