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“Promise me,” he said, his voice gruff against my ear. “What am I promising?” I asked against his chest as he led me to his car. “To try. If not for you, for me.”
“If you can’t love yourself,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “let me love you enough for the both of us.”
It took a while for me to realize that I was a work in progress, always learning, evolving, and that there was no end to finding myself.
“Fear is healthy. It’s when you’re drowning in it that it’s not. Fear grounds you, but it can bury you too. Take a little bit, but then push on.”
