I met a guy, and he seemed very aggressive, angry, and he didn’t seem to like many people. He reminded me of myself, actually. The more I was around him, the more fascinated I was with him. He just seemed different. I had talk to him a few times before, but not much. I started seeing him a lot more, because of mutual friends and what not. I really liked him, and we started talking. We went to a party together the other day and we sat there just talking. He told me about his past, the fucked up things that happened to him, and that he did. I didn’t sleep at all that night, I just cuddled with him and thought. I thought a lot, and I realized that in this short span of time I have fallen for this guy, and gained a lot of feelings for him. He had been through so much, that anyone else wouldn’t have made it through. And yet, despite what he has been through, he still grew up to be a responsible, yet fun, caring and sweet guy that he is today. I think the biggest affect of him telling me about his past is the fact that now, I want to be a better person. I want to be honest with him, and I want him to put all his trust in me so that one day he can’t look back and say “no one was there for me”. Because I’ll be there, and he’ll look at me and say “through thick and thin, you were always there.”
Don’t you worry bout getting fixed up, when you wake up, you’re pretty enough.