A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

much because I’m afraid,” I continued. “Afraid of going back to being that girl with nothing. Afraid of depending on someone and them leaving. Afraid of not being enough.”

“You’re more than enough.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You’re the first person in years who sees me as human. Not as a bank account or a useful contact. You argue with continue reading …