‘I’ve got something I need to say. I’m sorry that I haven’t said that I’ll miss you, it’s just that if I do, I’d make a fool of myself because I’d say that I’d miss coming into the restaurant every morning, not because of the cakes, even though they do have a strong bearing, but because my heart skips a beat every time I see you and I’d say I’d miss you because you’re the one person I can be myself with and, underneath all the fear, the only person I could consider a relationship with because… I love you and that’s why it’s best that I don’t say anything.’
They give me squeeface.