perfectly cocky or perfectly addicting?

the beginning

Dominic's Pov:

I've always thought I've been a little depressed, but it's not like I'd go pay for a therapist when I know my problems. I also think I take things too seriously or I don't take them seriously enough. I honestly can't decide. When I moved out of my old shitty town to the city, I became a different person. Honestly, I think it's for the better. At least that's what I think, my mindset has changed. I think that might be the reason why I believe I'm better off now than when I lived in that shit hole where people would make fun of me for being who I am, which is most definitely not straight. I honestly don't know why people have a problem with it and I don't think I'll ever understand.

Once I moved, I felt that I was in the right place. I had met this guy. I can't tell you his name quite yet because I feel like I might jinx the whole relationship before it even starts. See, the guy is a total cocky asshole, but I won't say anything because he's a little insecure. I don't quite understand what there is to be insecure about since I scroll through his instagram at least 5 times a day. In his mind he might just be some terrible version of a guy he wants to be but in my mind he's honestly everything that I've been looking for. That is, until my past caught up with me and I was looking straight into the eyes of the guy I said "I love you" to before I left. I know what you're thinking. How can you find someone perfect when you just told another you love them? But I've been in the city for about a year and this guy from the past hasn't contacted me yet. So, I moved on and that's when I ran into my perfectly cocky asshole friend that I'm in love with at the old record store.