Jake's talking about…, something,

I don't know what.

Because I'm not listening.

I'm thinking about Friday night,

About Edward.

He knows I love him.

I didn't tell him,

He just knows.

But knowing's not enough, not anymore.

He needs to hear me to say it.

I know it has to be me that says it first.

I owe him that.

That's why he acted the way he did today.

He's protecting himself,

From me.

On Friday he opened himself up,

He gave me the chance to tell him,

But I didn't.

And I know I hurt him all over again.