“If you could turn that rust bucket into this incredible car, why didn’t you fix that dent? You fixed everything else.”
“I wanted to leave it,” I say, a blush rising to my cheeks.
“Why?” She stands so close her pinkie finger brushes against mine.
“Good thing I like stupid, then.”
I roll my eyes with a good-natured sigh. “Fine, I left it as a reminder of its rough times or whatever. You can buff them out and paint over them, but they’re still there. Still a part of you, and that has to be okay, right? You have to live with it, but it’s not the end of the world.”