insecure

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    why me? out of all people, the jack dylan grazer wants to date me. an insecure ugly piece of shit. im probably the most flat person ever, no ass, no chest. he's too good for me. these are just the littlest things i tell myself everyday in the mirror.

one day, jack, my boyfriend was sitting on my bed scrolling through his phone. i was standing in front of the mirror, asking myself why jack chose me out of all girls.

"hey bubba", he said hugging me from behind.

"hey", i said quietly 

"what's wrong?", he asked softly

"why me jack?", i asked

"what do you mean?", he said, completely confused at the question

"out of over a million girls, you chose me. there are a bunch of other pretty girls in the world. im sorry that i get jealous thinking that someone could make you happier than i can but jack but it's true, you are way too good for me. im not the funniest, smartest, prettiest, or even the tallest, so why jack, why me?"

he looked at me, tearing up.

"WHY YOU? are you seriously asking me that right now. you may not see it but you are one of the most gorgeous people in the world. you may look in the mirror and see these things but you don't see your face light up at the simplest things or how your eyes flutter when you fall asleep. and it hurts me when you say that you aren't good enough for me. YOU ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME. i love you for who you are. you're different than other girls, that's what i love most about you".

right now i was full on sobbing, i did nothing to deserve him. he pulled me into a hug and i mumbled an "i love you"

"i love you too y/n"

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