âI want to be with you,â he says. âBut I canât if you wonât let me.â âWhy?â I drop my bag in the driveway. âWhy do you want to be with this?â I wave my arm up and down the length of my body. Immediately, I hate myself for this. The only person making this about my body is me. âBecause I like you. I think I might feel a lot more than that for you, Willowdean. How is that so hard to believe? When I canât fall asleep at night itâs not because of work or school or Amber or Bekah. Itâs you. Youâre the one that drives me crazy.â
















