“I think it’s hard for people to like me. And I try really hard.” Tears well up in her eyes for a moment and my throat closes a little at the sight. At the sentiment, too, because I understand it deeply. So I offer her a piece of my own vulnerability to match hers. “I hate that. Sometimes I feel that way, too.” Goose bumps break out across my arms at the earnest confession, but I can’t take it back now. And… I don’t want to.
