Damn every last person who says that "you can do better than him".
You don't know the way that a person can make your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. You don't understand the stability that can be found in a single persons arms when it feels as though the whole world is crashing down on top of you. You couldn't fathom the depth of the words that we whispered under starlight and all of the secrets that have become unburdened from these shoulders that started to feel a little too heavy.
So you can take your betters, your someone elses and your hopeful promises because I've got all I need wrapped in his fathers' jumper and the smell of deep mint. I've got it in the crook of his neck and the warmth of his hands. Maybe I could do better, but so could he.
Aren't we all damaged? Aren't we all in need of fixing? Don't we all want someone who brushes out our bumps and convinces us that we are beautiful anyway? Because we are beautiful. Anyway.
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