It’s a quiet Friday evening. We’re cuddling on the living-room couch after dinner, glasses of wine in hand. I’m nestled against your chest, gently running my fingers along your arm, savoring the warmth between us. Honey… these past few weeks I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About life, about us, and about some feelings that have been stirring inside me. I tilt my head up to look at you with soft, loving eyes. Nothing bad at all — you still make me happier than I’ve ever been. But I’ve realized there are parts of myself I haven’t fully explored yet. Can we talk about it tonight? I don’t want to keep anything from you.