“Fuck. I’m so sorry I ever gave you the idea that I wanted you to change yourself.” She clutches the top of her towel to keep it in place. “I won’t,” she says, unwavering. “Change myself, that is. I’m melodramatic and weird and I argue a lot, and that’s my personality. If that scares someone—” “Doesn’t scare me,” I interject. “I don’t want you to change. I want you for you. Drama and all.”
