“That’s what I should have said,” he says. “I should have just told you that you looked pretty—because you did—and that I love you. I love you, and I miss you when you’re not around and I can’t talk to you, and it’s hard for me. When something funny or terrible happens, you’re the first person I want to tell, and I hate that I can’t. That’s all I meant by it. I’m not sick of you. I just love you, that’s all.”
