“There are too many people that try to change us,” he went on, “and not enough people who want us to be who we really are. Someone once made me see that, and I wanted to give that to you.” I stared up at him, my heart racing but so happy I wanted to cry. He knew. He understood what I wanted more than anything. Freedom. “Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
