I can see myself a little more clearly now. I’ve been too afraid to let myself love Ezra, but I was willing to put up with Marisol. I told myself I wanted her to realize that I’m worthy of love and respect, but I knew she would never understand that. I was willing to let myself love Declan, knowing that he only loved the idea of me—loved Lucky. I knew our relationship wasn’t going to work, but I let myself fall for him anyway. I was willing to reach out to my mom, knowing that she wouldn’t reach back to me. She still hasn’t responded, and I know that she never will. It’s almost like I was
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