Your lover is drop dead fucking gorgeous. He’s just God’s gift to women, he’s just beautiful, and he’s yours. However, the misfortune comes in his own head, he can’t see the beauty you always point out. All he sees is a tall, gangly, uncoordinated man who’s aging quickly with stress.

One, of many things, you disagree on is his nose. He thinks it’s too big, and he doesn’t like how far it sticks out his face, and the slight bump from wearing glasses his whole life. You think it’s perfect, you think he’s perfect.

Andrew: “d’yer recon I get a nose job?”

He says as a complete joke one day out of the blue as your getting ready for your day… you don’t think it’s funny.