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"Well maybe sometimes I don't like myself!" I screamed at him. I watched a tear fall down his cheek and my throat was on fire. The boy I loved watching me tear myself and our relationship to shreds. The lump in my throats made my voice crack, but I continued. "Maybe I don't like passing mirrors because I'm afraid of what I'll see. Maybe I feel insecure and that makes me doubt everything you say and do. And maybe you can't fix me like you think you can!" His eyes blinked back tears and I realized what I had done. He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry you think I'm trying to fix you." He let another tear fall. "No- I didn't mean-" He cut me off. "I would never want to change anything about you. I love you." I watched two more tears escape, and then the rest fell too. He walked to the kitchen table and grabbed his keys, and I walked out for him to take me home.
The Car Ride
