He holds me close, something no one has done for a very long time.
He tells me that despite my flaws, I am worth it.
He tells me that I am his type and that I am pretty.
He tells me that he will never forget the way I looked at him when we met.
He promises me that he will make me confident.
He is a liar.
He will not stay, not once he realizes that not even I know what is wrong with me.
He will no longer be able to convince himself that my problems are worth my pretty face.
He will forget how confident I appeared to be and he will realize that nothing he does can fix me, not completely.
He will take back all his wonderful little promises...
And he will leave.
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