There wasn't a day that went by without Brendon absolutely taking Ryan's breath away.
"You're fucking beautiful." Ryan would repeat daily while the two sat on their shared mattress.
"Why can't you see how beautiful you are?" Ryan would ask, wiping tears from his boyfriend's honey-brown eyes.
"Because I'm ugly, Ryan. Stop saying I'm pretty to be nice." Brendon would reply.
Everyday, Ryan would tell Brendon how perfect he was.
He would tell him through random text messages, little notes, and before they went to bed.
But, Brendon never believed him.
