“Not everything,” she whispers. “Everyone has some ugly in them too.” “Then show me yours.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I want to see it. I want to see all of you.” I know there’s nothing about her I’d ever find ugly, even her darkest parts. But as long as she’s convinced there are pieces of her that need to be hidden, I’m going to work to convince her to let me see them anyway.
