Today, I told my boyfriend he needed to change and be better, or I was leaving. I’ve warned him 3 times already. He came over and we cried together, wiping each others tears away. He said he was sorry and that he can’t lose me. I said okay. The thing that hit me the hardest was the way he was touching me. He touched me like i was going to disappear and he would never be able to touch me again. He stroked my face and my neck and collar bone, ran his fingers through my hair, wrapped me in a tight hug, and looked at me like that was the last time he would look at me as his love. And the sad thing is, he could have been right.
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