you had a significantly older boyfriend. he was 42, and you’re 20. it’s controversial from outside views, but they didn’t know what you were like behind closed doors. you were so inlove, and he definitely was the best boyfriend you ever had. he was sweet, fatherly. he filled that gap of a father figure you yearned for your whole life. he was there, present in your life. he would drop his whole life if you just said the words that you needed him. you were laying in bed, just watching a movie in each others presence. he looks across at you, admiration in his eyes. he turns on his side. he places a hand on your jaw, turning your face towards his.

“oh, my girl..” he whispers, running a gentle thumb over your flushed cheek. “you don’t know how beautiful you are..”