“I can’t promise you that I won’t make mistakes. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and well, my relationship with my mother is fucking fragile. Those are red flags alone, and I know that, but—” I need to fucking breathe, but my chest isn’t working. She inches closer, waiting for my next words. “And I know that I’ve done some fucked up things. I will do more fucked up things in the future too, because this is who I am, and I won’t change. I can’t change. You don’t have to forgive me right now for your dad, or even for Hope, but I still need you to know that I’ll wait.”
