“I was going to tell you… I was going to tell you that I love you. I know you said you don’t want a relationship, and I know things between us are super complicated—” The plate in my hands was taken away. “—but I love you. I’m sorry I’m not sorry. I didn’t want to be—” “Vanessa.” “I don’t want to be someone’s number two or number three priority because sometimes I like to be greedy—” “Van.” “—but I can’t help how I feel. I’ve tried to stop, I swear. But I couldn’t.” Then it came. “Shut up.”
