In Love With My Bully
His jaw clenched, and he looked down, visibly wrestling with his own thoughts. “But I feel like I’m failing you. That who I am isn’t enough, that maybe you’d be happier if I changed.”
I reached out, my hand finding his, and squeezed it gently. “You’re not failing me, Cole. I fell in love with who you are, not some perfect version of you. Yes, we have problems, big ones. But we can’t keep covering them up or pretending they don’t matter.”