He doesn't hesitate. “You really love her.” I don’t bother denying it. “I do.” “You tell her?” “Not yet.” “What're you waiting for?” If I felt like being honest, I would tell him it’s because I’m scared shitless. Scared because I’ve never said it to someone before, not like this. Scared because I’ve never felt it before, not like this. Scared because I’m almost completely positive that the moment I let those three words fly, she’s going to run.
