“Just say that you love me. Please. Because I am so goddamn in love with you that I can hardly breathe when we’re apart. I know I said it when I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have, even though I meant it. But I’m telling you now that I love you.” There’s no need for me to think over how to respond. “I do love you. I don’t remember what not being in love with you feels like.” “Good. Because you don’t have to.”
