It's a relief when he says that. She takes his free hand in hers, just wanting to hold hands while she works out how to say something. She's either thinking really hard or trying to telepathically communicate with her cake.

"How I feel about him has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I may have regrets, things I wish I had said or had done differently, but." She pauses, taking a breath, trying to stay calm. "He and I never chose each other. It all just happened, like... we weren't in control. You're the one I chose. I know I'm never going to be your first choice, but I hope we can enjoy what time we do have together."