“What is it you want me to say? Do you want me to say that it’s Sutton for me, it’s only ever been Sutton, and I can’t imagine how it ever won’t be? Do you want me to say that I’ve spent the last thirteen years with this wanting inside, with this wondering what could have been if only I’d made a different decision? That every time we text, I feel both elated and insane, because how have those feelings not gone away? Fine, there, I said it.”
