"Why did you call me tonight Swan?" He asks again.
"You know why." I whisper.
"I need you to tell me Bella. You have to say it."
It might be the most honest, real thing he's said to me in the last four months.
And I wish I hadn't got so drunk.
Because there's so much I need to say,
But I can't find the right words.
I know I have to say sorry,
That I was wrong,
That now I know.
But this is not how I want to tell him I love him.
I know he deserves better.