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sammy loves me. i know that for sure. no one could tell me any differently, and it be true. because i can see the look in his eyes when he tells me so. it was so sincere, and truthful. it feels pure. that's how i know.
i love him. even when he gets mad.
it isn't really a normal thing, even the doctors say it. though they don't know what exactly it is, they diagnosed it as a bipolar disorder, which could be true.
and when he gets mad, he gets really mad. and he does things that he doesn't mean, or doesn't want to do, i should say. those times, he says he can't control what he does; he just does them. if that makes sense.
but i get it. and that's all that matters.
people would always ask where i got the bruises that i have, and i'd always just tell them that i ran into a pole or something. i know it's pretty stupid for someone to believe, but they do. or at least i think they do. or maybe they just pretend to.
if i'd told them the truth, they would tell me to leave him. i don't want to leave him, because i know the truth, they don't. if they actually knew, then maybe they'd understand.
"chocolate or vanilla, babe?" he asks me, gaining my undivided attention. i smile lightly.
"vanilla." he answers before i get a chance to, sending me a wink before turning back to the register and placing our order. we've been together long enough for us to know the answers to each other's questions, before we'd even get to answer them. i like it that way.
"you didn't even give me a chance to answer, what if i wanted chocolate?" i retort as he hands me my order of vanilla ice-cream and swings his hand loosely over my shoulder. he chuckles.
"you hate chocolate ice-cream. it isn't rocket science." he retaliates. i roll my eyes, as he flashes me an egotistical grin.
