Though you showed me that you loved me, I assumed it was because you’d never experienced a man’s love, that you didn’t know the social disapproval we’d face, and that you couldn’t tell I was seriously fucked in the head. I thought that in the end, you’d still need a man, that you were just going through a confused phase, and that sooner or later, I’d be dumped so that you could move on to the next shiny new thing.
