“The next time I feel like you don’t love yourself as much as I fucking love you, I’m not gon’ be so nice.” “I’m sorry. I love you too.” “That’s not what I wanna hear, Ny.” “I won’t do it again, baby. OK.” “Tell me you love yourself, Anya.” “I love myself, Psalm. I do.” “Don’t take my baby away from me being careless, Ny. I fucking love you, girl,” I confessed. The first time I hadn’t meant to say it, but now the cat was out of the bag. “I love you too. I promise I’ll be careful.”
