“I fucked up,” he blurts, running a hand through his hair like he’s nervous. “Big time. Made a mess of everything because I was stupid. And stubborn. And because I was afraid.” His voice cracks a little on the last word. “You told me once that you always screw things up, but that’s not true. Drilling holes in the drywall or taking apart the coffee machine with a butter knife, that’s not messing things up, baby. It’s just you being you. You’re independent and resourceful. Some things might not go your way, but you don’t shy away from a challenge. You don’t give up, and I love that about you. I
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