“You’re always beautiful. How’s my girl today?” My heart fluttered at his response, as it always did when he spoke to me. He revered me like a queen, it seemed, always showing me kindness and care. I’d never dated anyone like him, where there were no games, no pretenses of trying to play hard to get. We knew from the moment we met that we liked each other, and we didn’t bullshit. We dated, and became exclusive after a week, and from that moment on, I never had to wonder what I meant to him. Healthy relationships were weird.
