“Have you ever wanted to be something else so … so someone would still want you?” Chloe considered this, and he liked how she didn’t rush her answers. “Sometimes? Like I’m anxious and queer and Vietnamese, and I just think … wow, no one could be bothered with me if I’m too much. But it isn’t true. You just have to find the people who love you for you. I’m lucky to have those.” “It’s shitty that it has to be luck to be loved as you are,” Andrew said. Chloe looked serious. “Agreed.”
