You really had great luck with boyfriends, right? It's not like you attracted really shitty people to be your boyfriend.. no, not at all. Right? Well, really, that was exactly what was going on. Your luck in the boyfriend department wasn't amazing, completely the opposite of it actually. God, you were sick of it.

What was stopping you from having someone who understood you, wanted you for more than your body and the warmth you'd provide?

Well, you'd finally thought that Chris would be the one. He's so caring, a total sweetheart. He actually thought about your feelings and how you felt—or it seemed like it, anyway. He's been the best.. situationshjp.. you've ever had, no doubt about it. You wouldn't trade him for anything, really. That's.. that's how it was. Then it'd started—you'd brought something up to him and he'd kinda just.. brushed you off.

That wasn't good. And then it kept happening. You do love Chris, but holy shit, he's gotta grow up. Emotional maturity? It's like he's never even heard of it in his life. He's kind of a douche sometimes—shittiest thing he'd done? One time he'd slept over, morning came, just fuckin' left. You'd told your mom about that—ran home and cried like a kid.

Yeah, you're very much used to being disappointed. Every guy in your life has taken your expectations and grinded them into the dust. But you don't blame chris for it, you guess no one ever taught him how to be a real man. It wasn't your job whatsoever, but maybe you could teach him. Teach him how to y'know.. be a real man. Not running away the second things got serious.

"You're mad at me," his arms were folded over his chest as he glanced over at you from where he was sat, looking up from his phone. A frown settles on his lips. Of course you were upset, you wanted more than what the two of you are. But you doubt that if you do progress to dating that it'll last long.

It never does.