"Let me show you how to love yourself the way that I love you baby."
What happens when the girl that deems herself invisible is finally seen by someone she thought would never look her way? Will he teach her how to love not only herself but him as w...
R.I.P to Nipsey Hussle. He seemed to be such a genuine and great man. I'm praying for his family. This is so fucking heartbreaking. 🤧💔
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Raelle
I am currently laying on Dominic's chest as he scrolls through Netflix trying to find us a movie to watch. I have my right leg wrapped around his waist as he uses his free hand to rub my back.
We have been in a comfortable silence since we talked out our issues. It feels so good to be back in his arms. My body molds so perfectly with his. His strong scent filing my nostrils as I bury my head deeper into his chest.
I wrap my arms around his back as his grip on me instinctively tightens to secure me in place.
"Why you moving so much ma?" He asks while laughing.
"I'm trying to get comfortable" I simply respond.
"You laying on me like I'm your personal mattress." He grunts as I continue to adjust myself.
"I'm sorry." I giggle as I look up at him to see that he is already staring at me.
"I missed your laugh." He smiles at me as he brushes my hair from out of my face.
"I missed your smile." I counter back shyly. I know I'm probably blushing like crazy.
He runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he just looks at me like he's studying every feature on my face.
"I know I tell you this all the time but you are so breathtakingly beautiful." He says as he caresses my cheek with his thumb.
"Do you know that?" He asks. I shake my head no at his question. I honestly don't understand what he sees when he looks at me.
I usually would justify a man complimenting me as him having and ulterior motive, but with Dominic I really believe he means it.
"Why don't you believe you're beautiful." He whispers to me showing that he is sad that I don't believe it. I guess it's time to start practicing my communication skills.
"I'm extremely critical of myself. Comparing my imperfections to those I see around me or on social media. I just don't see beauty when I look in the mirror, just a plain girl with an enormous amount of flaws. Nothing is special about me. There are plenty of people out there that deserve the title of being beautiful. I don't feel like one of those girls is me." I say looking away from him not being able to take seeing the sadness in his eyes.
"Also it's hard being a women of my skin tone in today's society. You have men that publicly demean people with my color complexion. Then the people in power that are black either date out of their race or almost always date women with lighter skin. That doesn't make me feel beautiful. It makes me feel like I'm not good enough to be loved by a black man based off something I can't control." I continue.
