Tonight, my boyfriend told me that I was beautiful. I don’t know why it always feels like ages ago that he told me that, but I get the same reaction. I immediately deny any confidence I have in me, but I kind of blush in a way.
This year is the only time I can honestly admit that I need some kind of “higher power” to help me. To help mend our relationship. People can only go so far to exhaust themselves so much, mentally and/or physically. But when I heard the words, “I don’t care about this relationship anymore,” I had to care, for him.
This picture was taken when we were first dating. I’m not going to lie, I’m about to cry.
Words just can’t describe how much I miss him without him even being that far away.
