How could anybody love somebody like Matthew?

He who thought he was so tough, who would break people’s hearts by leading them on, who would hook up for funsies and leave in the morning, who would never enter a committed relationship. no, in his eyes it’s being chained down and then someone throwing you into the ocean.

In fact, it turns him on leaving people.

And no it didn’t change for you, he’d still dine and dash you like you was a cheap dining restaurant, but you dealt with it, because you both benefited from it— Suddenly he changed? He’d stay for the night when he would run away the second he could, he would call you up— weird considering he believed that calling is a waste of time. He wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t ask him to— and when he did he’d be gentle, careful like you were a piece of ancient pottery, which was strange considering he doesn’t usually care about being rough and hardcore.

You slowly watched his lust filled eyes turn to love.

He swears— he’d refuse to admit it to you, but if you ever leave him he’d be broken.

He’d love it when you touched his face, looked at him like you saw inside his soul, kiss his cheek as if you were gently teasing a baby, he loved being pampered by you.

He’d wait in your expensive condo for you to get back, maybe from work, maybe from a night out with your friends, which he didn’t mind, he loved that you had fun and was free. This time you came back exhausted, maybe had a small shot or two, he knows you can’t handle alcohol well, you aren’t a crazy drunk but was a very quiet one who never expressed their needs.

You stumbled into the condo, plopping your shoes off and trying your best to hang your coat up, you went into the kitchen and saw Matthew already there with a tea in his hand, he knew helped with your headaches, he walked up to you and held your head in both his hands, which were quite big compared to your face. Your head would slouch down which he would bring back up, you had your eyes closed, not on free will, you just looked tired.