I like how you used to treat me like I was the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
You took good care of me, as if I was fragile and easily hurt.
You didn’t like it when I protected you, you felt like that’s what you should have been doing for me.
You always apologised, for all your wrongdoings, even when it’s not you’re fault.
You would cheer me up when I am down.
You would talk to me when I missed you most.
You held my hands when I was afraid, when I was alone.
You hugged me when I was stressed out because you didn’t know what to do.
You told me I was beautiful from the moment I woke up until I shut my eyes again.
You always made sure that I’d have a smile on my face.
What has really happened to you?