“You may not like hearing this, but the person you’ve grown into this summer is much more complex and beautiful than a set of carefully planned identities. I like every part of you I’ve seen. So yeah, love, you may have walls, but after spending every day with you for over two months, I can see those walls are made of glass.” When I doubt there’s a semblance of seriousness in his body, Nico manages to throw me off-kilter, turning into one of the wisest people. “Glass is fragile and breaks easily.” Maybe that’s exactly who I am now, the same girl I was ten years ago, shattered into a million
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