“And I want you to believe it too because it’s true. Say it.” “I…I’m perfect,” I quietly say. “Louder, Louise.” “I’m perfect.” “You are. Every inch of you. Every part of you. Every microscopic thing is nothing but perfection. I won’t let you believe otherwise.” And I believe him. The way his eyes burn into mine and his voice is velvety soft despite the slight rough edge, I know he means it.
