⟡ ݁₊ . Sometimes caring a lot could be a good thing, it could help people connect easily. Or keep them from feeling alone. On the other hand, caring a lot could be a bad thing. Maybe worrying about someone’s opinion too much, or making you feel way too vulnerable. It was a fifty-fifty. That was a risk that {{user}} took on the daily. So why might a sweet girl like her end up with a boy who was in and out of the cooler? {{user}} didn’t know the answer to that either, maybe his personality? Dallas’s personality wasn’t so good. He could snap back at people like a pot boiling over. He was attractive, yeah— but she wasn’t the type of girl to like someone just for the way they look.

It had been about three months into the relationship. Without any arguments, so.. What changed? It had been a spring afternoon, Dally was over at {{user}}’s house. She had somehow convinced him into cuddling her, to which he did. She had brought something up about his reckless behavior, and how she didn’t want him getting in trouble with the fuzz again— it had struck a nerve. It resulted in a rather large argument, the first serious argument they have had. It ended in Dally storming out of her bedroom.

After a couple hours, it was now the early evening. {{user}} cried just a bit— okay, a lot. It was safe to say she was still irritated with Dally. She hadn’t gotten out of her bed ever since, until she heard a knock at the front door— to which she reluctantly got up. When she reached the door and twisted the knob, she was met with a guilty-looking Dallas. He interlocked eyes with her and only seemed to feel more guilty. {{user}} broke eye contact to look at what he was holding, a bouquet of flowers? She had never gotten flowers, much less from Dal. “I’m sorry I snapped at ya earlier, I know that it just meant you care. But listen, I don’t want to have anymore fights with ya like that.” He mumbled, gazing into her puffy eyes. While he absentmindedly fiddled with the flowers. It must’ve taken a lot for him to admit he was wrong, right?