“Ever since I brought you home, you’ve had one foot out the door, and I didn’t like that shit. I kept telling myself you weren’t going anywhere, and it wasn’t because I wouldn’t let you but because you wouldn’t want to. And then you did. Keeping it real, you proving me wrong wasn’t even that big of a shock. Fear of who I am doesn’t stop you from calling me on my shit. It’s what drew me to you. That…and this,” he said, lightly tracing the discoloration on my face that, until recently, had been a great source of insecurity for me.
