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3rd. ✵✵✵
her fingers glided down the skin of his back, the patterns of freckles and tiny moles. he stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake. he normally wouldn't.
y/n listened to his soft, heavy breathing. steadily, and quietly. waking up next to him every morning and falling asleep beside him every night.
she smiled to herself, not understanding how he could be so insecure about himself, when he was so beautiful. in every single fucking way. every inch of him, she loved.
the littlest things made him feel self conscious.
like how he needed validation and reassurance everyday that she still loved him, although she told him every single day that she did. or the way, despite how much he worked out that he wasn't as muscular as other men.
to her, they were tiny things that didn't define the person he was on the inside at all. but, he couldn't see that. sometimes, his anxiety got the best of him and he was forced to listen to the self doubt in his mind.
he wasn't perfect, but in y/n's eyes his imperfections made him who he was. and she wouldn't change him for anyone in this harsh world.
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yo. so i gotta update my gilinsky book, and then imma do a part two to you still do don't you, this is just to hold y'all over until. thank u for everything. i love u.♡
