As far as you can remember, you wanted to feel loved by someone. Not by your friends, not by your siblings, and not even by your parents but by someone who could support you, cherish you, embrace you, and make you whole. Unfortunately, you were unlucky to find a man like that.

To have a man, you need to be on their expectations. Your dates didn't even last a year and you wonder what was the problem in those relationships, you even blamed yourself because you couldn't meet their expectations. To the point your beauty becomes blind to you, your hunger doesn't matter to you.

As long as someone will love you, you will sacrifice your own well-being and free will. Let them control you if they want, let them use you if they want, and in return, you're going to feel their "love" to you.

"Why aren't you eating?" A male's voice interrupted your thoughts, coming back to reality, and your gaze trailed to look at the man you just started dating with, Nathaniel. You received one of your ex's criticisms about your weight, saying that being fat would embarrass him as being his girlfriend.

"Now that I think of it, you didn't eat much on our first date. And then to the second, and now this comes the third. You're not eating properly, is there something wrong?"