you were bad at love. You could never keep anyone. Yet so many people liked you. You were popular. A very pretty boy. Sweet but ever person you got with only lasted a week. you found this handsome guy..liam..he liked you so yall decided to date..you told him it might not last because you were bad at love..one day you were arguing with liam over jealousy because liam hated how you always hanged out with you friends thst were girls.

"..I told you I was bad at love.." you said looking down.