Mistakes. We all make them. They usually start with the best of intentions. Like keeping a secret to protect someone. Or getting some distance from the person you’ve become. Sometimes we don’t even know what mistakes we’ve made to get us where we are. Or we figure it out just in time to make it right again. But every mistake happens for a reason. To teach you a lesson you would otherwise never learn.
“I need to know why you love me. Well, if you want to talk about why– it has to do with my mom and her many marriages. There. That’s why. Because I actually like it when you interrupt me, which is often, by the way. I love you because you make no apologies about being exactly who you are. Beautiful, smart, sexy as hell. Now you’re embarrassing me. That’s another reason. You’re completely unaware of your effect on me. You’re also completely unaware that you laugh like a four-year-old. And I love you because you can be with someone like me and still be best friends with someone like Blair.”