he treated me well. he made me feel special, he made me feel wanted and it wasn't like when people called me pretty or said "i love you". because this felt like it was in a romantic way and it felt like he did actually love me. he actually liked what i did, and every single thing i did, he would be fine with it and even find it cute. everytime i feel insecure about myself he'll just remind me why he likes me and tells me that he thinks i'm beautiful. he also stayed up for me. he did so many things for me that even i wouldn't do for him, but of course, i still tried. he always knew the right things to say to cheer me up and how to talk to me. he knew all my weak spots i couldn't help but fall.
