“Sure, I want to look like I’m worth the effort. Washed but not ironed. Clean but not polished. Confident but humble.”
“I like when you look at me like you can’t figure me out. You’re considering getting to know me, but you’re not sure I’m worth your time.”
“I’ll be washed and ironed. I’ll be washed and ironed and starched.”
“The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth—to let white-washed walls vouch for clean shrines.”
“I wanted it-like iron.”
“So who do you want to be?”I smiled, resting my head against his chest. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m looking forward to finding out.”