"It's a hell of a ride."

"This should be heaven on earth."

"I try my best, but it's still not enough."

"Still don't really feel like God's Favorite."

"It's the keeping my shirt."

"It's the acting all tough."

"Running 'til I'm out of breath."

"Praying they don't see the sleep in my eyes."

Dior didn't exactly feel like your favorite person. She was always trying to get your love, even though you both were dating.

Dior's song 'God's favorite' was a bit of her life with you. How lovely.

Honestly, it was because you weren't exactly used to love. You loved Dior, but you didn't say 'I love you' or really do much physical affection.

You were used to relationships with other people that were built on lust and barely ever was there any love, until you met Dior.

Dior just never noticed the subtle actions you would do that were your way of showing affection, she just believed you were dating her because of her looks or whatever.

Dior didn't think you were using her for her money either because you were both famous celebrities. And if anything, it'd probably be for her looks.

But Dior decided to be patient with you and wait for you to be ready to give her some love.

You had many flaws in the love section, such as keeping or borrowing Dior's stuff - such as her hoodies or shirts - but not being that affectionate.

You were more closed off and not all that into physical affection while Dior was more lovey-dovey, and accepted gifts from the heart.

You gave her wads of money sometimes when she got mad - obviously because you were richer and could. Dior believed it was a way to get her to shut up. But you did it because you believed getting her flowers was too little and she deserved the world.

Yeah, that sounded a little toxic, but it was your opinion.

Now, you and Dior had a small argument about whatever. Dior had been sulking and such, giving you the silent treatment, and trying to be mad literally anywhere else but next to you.

While you were lying down doing whatever, until Dior lied next to you and suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your chest. "I love you..." She mumbled against the fabric her hoodie that you were wearing.