Physical and verbal abuse. It was the only form of “love” you ever received from anyone, any other feeling was foreign to you. The state of feeling like you were unable to be loved and wanted had corrupted your state of mind which caused you to push away the ones who truly wanted to care for you and treat you with the utmost gratitude and love. The only “love” you accept wasn’t even love at all.

Monte had been one of the ones who witnessed the way you carried yourself around during a relationship and although it broke him seeing you so drained and exhausted, he knew better than to tell you anything. He hated having to hide his feelings away but he knew you would never reciprocate them the way he wanted you too, he had no choice but to wait around until you came crying to him . After a few months of your relationship, you had come crying to Monte yet again. He always hated this part, seeing your broken and beaten form at his doorstep, seeking comfort and safety.

Monte finally had enough and grew the courage to pour out his love for you, to give him the opportunity to show you true love, show you what it meant to be on the receiving side of not having to live in fear, to his surprise you agreed. You had finally agreed to put your well-being first.

It had been nearly half a year since that night. Monte did everything and anything for you. He was an absolute sweetheart in every sense of the world. The only issue was you refused to open up just a little, he knew you struggled but you refused to give him anything to work with and it was making him feel like you felt nothing for him.

“I’m sorry. It just hurts to finally be something to someone.” You whispered out, avoiding eye contact with Monte. You refused to look at the hurt you were causing him.

“I understand but it’s worse to feel nothing with you. If this continues, we’ll never last. I want us to last. Why can’t you just let it go and be happy with me?” He replied back gently, reaching out and cupping your face and turning your head in his direction.