“How many times have you said I love you, anyway?” she questions. She sounds so unaffected by that notion that it stings a little. “I’m not mocking you either; it’s a serious question.” “Never,” I admit, completely shocking her. “What?” Running a hand through my hair, I grip the back of my neck and grimace. “Never. I’ve never said that.” She stares at me incredulously. “But you’ve felt it? I mean, surely you’ve felt it, at least once, in all your relationships.” I cringe at how bad this conversation is making me look, but answer honestly. “I’ve never said it, because I’ve never felt it.”
