I know it’s not okay, and you have every right to be upset, but if there’s a way I can fix this, tell me and I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.” He stops and turns to face me, running a hand through his hair. “I just… I really like you, and the thought of losing this, you… I’ve felt sick all day. And anxious. My stomach has been in knots, and my mouth has been dry, and I can’t eat, and you’re all I can think about.
