the first time he kissed me was at a party,
as a part of truth or dare.
but later,
he kissed me in the costume shop.
he likes to lie and say that our first kiss was in that costume shop,
but my first kiss was at a party,
with 12 of my friends watching.
maybe it wasn't the most optimal way of doing things,
but i was okay with how they were.
he liked to hold me,
my head on his chest.
i liked listening to his heartbeat and imagining we could stay in each other's arms for a lifetime.
he told me he loved me a lot.
especially when things were really bad.
the first time he told me he loved me was when i was having a bad night.
i was so surprised.
he told me that being with me made him happy.
he told me that he adored my body,
even if i hated it.
i relied on him to be there for me when i needed him.
sure,
we had our problems.
but every couple does.
i believed he would see past my flaws,
see past my mental illness,
see me for me.
but i guess not.
or if he did,
i guess he didn't like what he saw.
