Desperation
We need to talk. I want to see your face and be there in person when I ask you what I’ve, until recently, been pushing under the carpet. It is a big deal, so please handle my heart with care. Words are meaningless unless they’re felt and meant, and I will mean every single syllable that will escape my lips — so listen. Most of all, to the way my voice breaks when I try to play down how much this means to me.