He brought her hand up so that her fingers could brush through the course hair on his chest. Her voice was small, almost meek. "I just... don't want you unhappy. And if..." She couldn't finish the thought. She didn't know why she didn't see what other people saw in her. But it wasn't as if she was as down on herself as she had been.
"What are you talking about when you say I take things so personally? Like what exactly?" She wanted to say there were tons of things she could just laugh off. But she didn't. Self improvement. She could change if that was what it took. Hadn't she already? Hadn't she dropped the things she wanted just so they could be happy together? Hadn't she gotten fixed because of him? There had to be something she was doing without realizing it.