Thanks be to EBT.
I started to cry. I didn't want to, because it showed how weak I was.
How weak I am.
I didn't want to show you that you still affected me.
"I love Bella," you said quietly.
You said it with conviction as you walked toward me, putting me on edge.
"I love Bella. I know what we've done – what I've done – doesn't show that, but I do."
"Then what am I doing here? Why are we having this conversation again?"
"Because I feel something for you. I don't know what it is. I can't explain it, but it's nothing like what I feel for Bella."
"That's not good enough," I responded.
I took in a shuddering breath.
"What do you feel for me?"