When I was with him, I didn’t have to be perfect, or even try for perfect. He already knew my secrets, the things I had kept hidden from everyone else, so I could just be myself. Which shouldn’t have been that big a deal. But it was.

When I was with him, I didn’t have to be perfect, or even try for perfect. He already knew my secrets, the things I had kept hidden from everyone else, so I could just be myself. Which shouldn’t have been that big a deal. But it was.