[She gets up, reaching for his hand to pull him away. The last thing either of them need is to cut their hands while they're busy dicing up their hearts. She brings him to the edge of her bed and sits.]
I still love him. And I'm a little scared of him. Scared we'll get somewhere good and he'll pull away again. But what happened was so big and neither of us handled it well and I feel like maybe someday...
[She bites her bottom lip.] You've always been good to me. [She doesn't know where she's going with all of this either. She just has a lot of feelings about it right now.]