Chapter 88

This boy’s talent lately has been to render me speechless with the words that come out of his mouth and I yet again stare at him in dumb silence.

He is doing this because he thinks it's what I want because of the years of telling him to sort himself out. Criticizing his clothes, his hair, and anything that made him stand out.

I don’t know whether to laugh at it or cry, realizing he gave me the power to dictate that, and I was oblivious it was even because of me.

“I don’t like it….. it feels like you’re someone else like this. I know I gave you a hard time about it, but….it’s because you made me want to always pick at you. The same way you would call me a virgin and then told me it's what you liked the most.” As I'm saying it, I realize I hit the point exactly and had not even figured it out myself until I said it.

I always picked at his looks, style, and bike as major problems because they were…to me…because I liked them, and I hated that I liked them. I was ma