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Jim loved poetry, you didn't really get poetry. Well you understood songs a lot easier than just plain poetry, he liked to read the great works of various fancy foreign writers and you stayed with magazines and the occasional mystery novel.
Of course it didn't matter too much in the long run and you knew Jim didn't care but it made you insecure. Actually it made you feel stupid, sometimes you'd worry Jim would get tired of dating such a "simple" mind and dump you.
You told yourself over and over how stupid you were for thinking that, he wouldn't do that?? Right?? He loves you?? But sometimes the thoughts would win and then you'd be crying to yourself.
If he knew how you felt you'd be so embarrassed, it was a dumb thing to think but you just couldn't shake that feeling of shame.
Today was one of those bad days as you compared your books to his books, your large pile of celebrity magazines and his smaller pile of grand poetry. It made you feel so stupid and so small.
Tears started to well in your eyes as you angrily tossed the magazines in the trash bin, they landed with a hard thud. You felt better tossing them out, you didn't need them, and maybe it would help in the long run.
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"Y/N why'd you throw out your magazines?" Jim asked later that night, holding them in his hand. He placed them on the bed, smoothing out any wrinkles. "You love these!"
Looking down at the bed, you shut your eyes tightly to stop any tears from coming forward. "I figured it's time to move on from that."
Jim's eyes squinted in confusion, "Move on from your favorite thing to read in your down time??" You struggled to come up with another excuse without telling Jim your true intentions, "I don't need to read anymore brain rot."
Shifting in his spot, Jim sat next to you. "I think there's more to it than that." Groaning to yourself, you thought about pushing it off again but you knew better than that.
Pushing the hair behind your ear, your eyes darted around the room before landing on your boyfriend. "I feel dumb reading them when you read all your fancy poetry and stuff." Mumbling so quiet you weren't sure if he heard you.
Unfortunately he did, "Y/N, what the fuck?? I don't think you're stupid because you like to read magazines?? Why would you think that ever??" His hand gently went through your hair. "We all have something that we like, it doesn't define how smart we are. I just like douchey poems honey, I don't care what you like."
A smile spread across your face, "I feel really stupid that I thought that way too." You chuckled semi embarrassed, warmth spreading to your cheeks.
Jim squeezed your hand tight and leaned in for a kiss, "Oh don't worry about it, yknow I love you."
