Tears prick at my eyes, and I blink them away before they dare to spill over. “You might think that, but you’re wrong. You’ve shown me. When we were on the coast, with every single thing you planned out for us. Or when you skipped class with me. Or every time you drive me to practice or watch one of my games or take a bath with me after a rough day or let me pick the music in the car. Each one of those acts is proof that you’re more than capable of giving me every fucking thing I could want or need.”
