chris was your boyfriend, a really good one at that. He took care of you and loved you like you’ve never been loved before, he treated you as if you were fragile and would break easily. Even when you weren’t comfortable showing him your skin, he’d make sure to comfort you instead of making you feel bad for not giving into his desires.

you always felt like you and Chris never looked good together, you two were so different. You were always so sad and he was always the one cleaning up your tears, everyone must’ve looked at him like he was crazy for dating you.

you always found yourself wondering about what it would be like if he would’ve just dated someone who wasn’t struggling as much as you, you always had that constant reminder in the back of your head reminding you that you weren’t good enough to be loved by him. You hated your brain and everything else about you but Chris didn’t, he loved everything about you, your insecurities were beautiful to him. He’d wish every night he could make you see yourself the way he saw you, then you’d know that nothing was ugly about you… that you were good enough to be loved by him.

you laid in Chris’s arms, occasional sniffles and tears coming from you as he held you gently making sure not to break you. “I just… I don’t get it Chris, why me? why not someone like Marissa? Aren’t you tired of me?” you spoke with a soft tone as you tried to get answers from him, yet Chris didn’t have any answers for such stupid questions cause you were what he wanted.

“You’re not understanding me here, I don’t give a fuck about Marissa ma… I chose you, not her. Can’t you just let me love you? C’mere…” he said as he pulled you closer to him, his hand wiping away your tears as he ran his fingers through your hair with his other one.