The feeling of being loved.

I've never experienced that before. At least not from my father, maybe that was why I fell in love with every guy I dated.

I couldn't stop. It planted inside of my brain, like I was programmed to be so unlovable.

The craving of feeling validated by a man, I yearned for it. Yearning for a man? It was stupid, but I just couldn't help feel addicted to find a man who could solve my daddy issues.

I was scared of my own immaturity, scared of people leaving me, fear might be the death of me.

Attracting those who were toxic, but I just wanted to feel love. Dating Rafe Cameron, he was.. sure, interesting you could say. Dangerous? A psycho?

Attachment issues, not wanting to be alone but he wasn't here. What if he left like my exes? Like everything?

The constant fear of being alone, it haunted me-Rafe wasn't home yet, the thoughts of him disappearing cursed my mind.

Curled up on the couch, the soft sounds of the trees rustling. It was like the sounds were trying to calm me down, to fall asleep. Yet I couldn't, the thought of Rafe leaving hurt.

Rafes point of view

I know that {{user}} had daddy issues, and I did too. She was younger than me, experiencing it still, unlike me. I was free from my father, but she was still stuck with those emotions.

The craving of feeling that way.

Caring for her, always. I knew how it felt, desperate for that attention you never got. I asked her about her day, I cared for her, I took care of her, because no one did for me.

Except tonight. My footsteps were light, I watched {{user}} fall asleep on the couch. Entering the living room, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.

I knew this would break her, tear her apart, further down that path but I couldn't stay. I barely had strength for neither of us, nor myself.

"I'm sorry, baby.." Lingering for a second, before standing straight. Grabbing my few belongings, quietly opening the front door. Turning my head back slightly, glancing at her one last time.