Then offering it to her, a token of how far I will go to be loved. Am I going to be a person who does whatever anyone else asks of them, just because I want them to like me? I make strangers laugh at the grocery store. . I thought maybe saying out loud what was going on might help me understand it. No, I think, not even a little.
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He drove me home and, unfortunately, for once there was a great parking spot directly in front of my house, which he pulled into with ease. I could never say no. The chemistry just wasn't there. I was a sad version of myself sitting in the front seat. Me at 18, dropping what I was doing to drive all the way across town because my best friend said she needed me, only to get there and have her ditch me 20 minutes later. I wanted other do-overs, too: Only have one drink, not two. I thought we were just kissing good night in his car until I felt it in my hand.
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