“There’s a word for girls like you.”
“No, I was going to say cautious,” he squeezed her hand a little tighter, he hadn’t expected her to say something like that, “Why self-destructive?”
She sighed, heavily, squeezing his hand back a little tighter, “because everything that holds the possibility to be good for me, I always end up ruining and being bitter with myself about.”
“Well, I’m still here.”
“For always,” and she hoped like hell he was telling the truth.