Tate Langdon, your insecure boyfriend, sat on your bed, holding your hands and staring into your pretty eyes while you comfort him.

“Your so pretty Tate, okay? I mean it. your gorgeous, and it’s going to be okay. no one deserves you. Not me. Not your mom. No one. your special.”

Tate had been crying, saying sorry over and over, in a depressed sate, he kisses your cheek slowly and squeezes your hands.

“you.. you really think so..?”