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think so."
    What I remember after that was nothing but a blur of events. I don't remember what I'd told Ethan to get out of there or what my excuse was to end the night and our date so abruptly. I only remember that I was hurt more than I could explain, and I didn't even know where to go from there.
    Part of me knew that maybe they were just bitter, that maybe they were just jealous that Ethan Thompson had chosen me over everyone, over them , or even someone like them – someone who was healthy and looked perfect, not someone like me. That part told me not to listen to them, that it was nothing. But then again, the other part of me begged me to walk away. Not from them, but from Ethan. Because they were right – Ethan could do so much better, he deserved so much better. He deserved someone who could look back at him right in the eyes, someone who would look good beside him, someone who didn't need help constantly. Someone who wasn't as damaged as I was.
    But – I couldn't just let go. In the past few months, Ethan had become such a great friend, and I lived for our talks at night. He was kind, funny, and his personality was made of gold. He always made me feel better. He always eased my pain, and that part wasn't only since we’d started talking. No, he did it long ago when he sang about not letting go.
    It took me a week to realize that I should be very grateful for what I had, grateful for him. Grateful that I had someone as wonderful as Ethan in my life. Not just because of how wonderful he was, but also because he was someone who was able to see past my disability and still think that – despite everything – I could make him happy.
    I couldn't let go of that.
    That's why the next Friday night found me sitting by my dining table, having my second date with Ethan – an indoor date, which I’d asked for. Ethan wanted to take me out again, but I didn't want a repeat of what had happened on our first date. Not that I'd told him or anything; I’d never mentioned it. Only to Jonathan, but not Sandra.
    Jonathan knew everything about me – more than even Sandra did. I loved Sandra the most, I'd give up my own life for her if it ever came to it, but I didn't always tell her everything – not because she wouldn't understand or because she'd be judging, not at all. It was just that I hated to bother her with the weight of my problems and the difficulties I faced. She took everything to heart, and every small little thing could make her depressed for days.
    Jonathan had been my best friend since I was little. He was there the day that kid let me walk into a hole and break my ankle. He was there when another befriended me for a whole week just to get me to trust her enough to let her do my eyebrows for me, only to end up with her shaving them off completely just to have a good laugh at me with her other friends. He was there when Brad admitted that if it wasn't for my looks, my body, and the fact that I was a virgin, he wouldn't have gone into a relationship with me. He was there when Stefan asked me to have a surgery where the chances of its success were only twenty-seven percent, because he couldn't take how embarrassing I was to him anymore. He was there when Stefan left me eventually when the second surgery failed just like the first.
    This time, he was the one who told me to fight for what I wanted and to never let the words of two people who had no drop of compassion inside of them prevent me from being happy. To not let go of something good, to not let go of someone who made me happy.
    I took his advice.
    "What do you think?" I asked, smiling.
    "It tastes like sin," he replied and I laughed lightly. We'd just finished eating the dinner I’d cooked and now we were sitting on the couch in the living room, eating strawberries with chocolate. Ethan was blindfolded, as I was trying to prove to him that food tasted even better when you lost one of your other senses and you focused as much as you could on the taste –