He's been wanting to tell me something for months now, but keeps chickening out. He keeps saying he has to tell me in person or he'll look stupid. He just called whatever he wanted to tell me "a story" I've told him about how my cat (Treenah) and my grandmother are dying soon.
Earlier today he sent me this text:
"To hell with looking good about it then. It's less of a story, but more of a statement, and it's changed in the lieu of recent events. I care about Treenah, I care about your grandmother, and I care about you. Why? For the most part, I don't know. But I know one part of it. And holding it in for so long has and will continue to eat me.
I love you."