“I’ve always wanted to tell you...”

“I’ve always wanted to tell you...” I hesitated.

He looked up from his phone at me and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “Yes?”

“Iknowyouareprobablygoingtohatemeforthisbut——”

“Woah, easy, tiger. Slow down, sweetheart. I know I’m beautiful but you really don’t have to be so anxious,” He half-smirked, half-said.

“Fine,” I sighed and took a deep breath.

“Yourzipperisn’tzippedI’msorrynowpleasedon’thatemeIdon’tlikeyouactuallyitsjustthatIfeel

superbadforyousincethismorningamojgotherthingsokbye.”

And I ran.