We celebrated our last anniversary in January. You probably don't remember, but it was late, I can't say I know what time it was except that it was a weekend. I was on the floor of my room, bent of my nail lamp as I gave myself a manicure. I had you on FaceTime, and you were doing homework. We were talking and I realized it was almost the end of the day. We'd forgotten about our anniversary! You offered to post your favorite picture of me, to show me off to the hundreds of people who followed you. I refused, thinking I looked okay but that others might think I looked bad. You my boyfriend, the one guy I had to impress, thought I looked good, and yet I worried about the opinion of strangers I'd never met. If I could go back to that day, that moment, I'd let you post that picture, flaws and all.

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