With Ash, I constantly worried about how long things would last before he became tired of me and wanted something new. He knew about my eating disorder, and I worried that he wouldn’t look at me the same. That night in Miami, I could tell he didn’t see me as the Harlym he used to crush on. I didn’t want to become a project he had to fix. Someone he didn’t give up on because he wanted to make sure he could fix every piece of me.
Ok first thing you’ve said that I kind of understand, but still get help
