I wished I would’ve met you back in college when everything was carefree, and I could give you me. Not this fucked-up version of myself.” The last word rolled off my tongue and Sawyer rolled on top of me. Her hands went to my face and she shocked the fuck out of me. “There’s not one thing fucked-up about you. Stop saying that. What comes out of your mouth your ears hear and the more you repeat something the more likely you are to believe it. So, stop. Right now, Dylan, don’t ever say that again.”
