He cheated. Again. He came to your house (the Curtis house cause you’re a Curtis) drunk then he told you. You guys started arguing.

“you’re.. perfect.. and i just keep messin’ up, man." he mumbled out the words sheepishly, while trying to keep his demeanor tuff.

vulnerability feels like a gaping wound in the chest.

he hated being vulnerable, but no matter how much it hurt to admit, he loved you. he loved you so much, it scared him. he wasn’t used to these type of feelings. especially because he knew you would never love him back, especially after this.