“It’s not his job to make me happy. It’s my job.” “But are you?” “Why are you pushing this?” Because I’m in love with you, and I need to know I’m not making a mistake by keeping that to myself. “I’m pissed at him,” I say. I’m a fucking coward. “I told him as much myself when I found out he canceled on you this weekend. And don’t stand there and tell me it doesn’t matter when you and I both know it does. I was there last spring when his grandma died, remember? I remember how it made you feel when his mom didn’t want you at the hospital.”
