Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with him. I catch him talking to himself on occasion, I haven’t been going out with him for very long, and I don’t really think I know much about him anymore. I thought I had him all figured out, but it turns out that I honestly don’t know the first thing about him other than his blow jobs are absolutely amazing. Anyway, sometimes I find him in the kitchen making sandwiches or something, talking to himself, about himself. Things like how disappointing he is, or how useless, or ugly. It’s like watching a depressing movie every time I hear him cutting himself down. But I act like I never heard, and he just smiles at me and talks to me. Both of us are unaware of each other’s secret I guess.

“What are you doing?” His voice startles me and I turn around, seeing him glaring at me and holding Anders in his arms. “You were really spacing out.” I’m sitting on the couch, so I’m craning my neck to look at him, and he’s standing against the back of the couch so he looks a lot taller than he really is, too.

“I was… just thinking?” He gives me a look and sets down the white cat on the cushions next to me, leaning over in front of me. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Just waiting for you to kiss me.” He says back. I chuckled and pull him closer to me, which I’m very sure is awkward for him since he’s leaning over the hard back of the furniture, and I kiss him on the cheek. Which I’m sure isn’t what he wanted but I’m not in the mood, and I don’t think he’s in the mood either, he’s just being quirky. “Want to go into the bedroom?” He utters quietly. Okay, so maybe he is in the mood.

“Uhm… right now?” I chuckle, standing up and going around the couch to meet him face-to-face. “Last night was really tiring.”

“You’re like an old man.” He mumbles and walks away from me, but I grab him from behind, arms hanging over his shoulders. I kiss him again on his cheek warmly. “What are you doing?”

“Loving you.” I whisper. He’s quiet though. He’s probably mad at me, but since he’s not trying to start a fight I’m thankful that I can be here with him now. But he says something unexpected, and my heart nearly breaks in two.

“Thank you.”