Storm
“I’m not like her.”
Yes, you’re not. You’re different. You’re not like anyone else. That’s why I love you.
But, why couldn’t I tell her that? Why wouldn’t those words just leave my mouth?
I’ve hurt her so much. The way her forehead creased and lips quivered, I knew I hurt her. I regret everything I said and the way I spoke to her, the way I almost raised my voice at her. She didn’t deserve it. I was a jerk. A big jerk and she didn’t deserve me.
“I may not be a perfect girlfriend, but I did my best to be one. I’m trying my best to not just be a girlfriend, but your partner. Whenever you needed me, I always made myself available. Whenever you were vulnerable, I was there to comfort you. I thought I’d done enough to make you think I was different. Sadly, I’m wrong.”
“No… I’m… You’
