Private to Alice
I could, and should, tell this to you but I'm writing it down instead so you have it always. And you can save it and re-read it whenever you're being a daft tit in the future.
You are my family, Alice. You make me happy. I've never met someone who I understand as entirely as I do you, like I'd known you my whole life in the first five minutes of meeting you. You've been there for me through more than my own mum and dad, through more than any person ever should have to stand by another's side. You literally watched me did, and when I woke up again, you were there. I love you. You're my sister. And if you try now to run out on me just because I started dating a girl then I will treat you like a true little sister and pour marinara sauce in your hair and give you a pantsing to end all pantsings.
I like Verity a whole lot, well enough in the wake of Christmas to give up shagging even you for a real go at it but it's still new. It's still... in the trial stages, so to speak. And if there's a problem then let me talk to her. Please? But donnae go running off on me. I'm no where near ready to move in with Verity, or plan a life with her or any of that rubbish.
Is any of this starting to make sense? I sort of feel like I've written enough to send myself to jail for a long time.