“I’m not sure exactly when it happened, and I know that it’s wrong, but I’ve never been more certain of anything than I am about the way I feel for you. The timing is bad”—I cough out a sarcastic laugh—“it’s shit, and it won’t ever be right. You’re married…and you have a kid. Christ, I know his name. Noah. I know all of it—everything—because I asked. Because I had to know. And now I’ve become the asshole selfish enough to tell you how I feel, because even if you don’t feel the same and nothing ever comes of it…I need you to know that you are part of me now, the most precious thing in my life.”
