Me: simply existing, trying to take better care of myself
My boyfriend: continues to be my biggest fucking cheerleader and will constantly remind me how proud of me he is
The way he looks at me. God, the way he looks at me. As if I am the most beautiful person he's ever seen. As if I am perfection walking. Such love and admiration in his eyes. Oh, the way he looks at me, as if nothing else around us matters.
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