No matter how many times you get your heart broken, you always end up crying and clinging to me in the end, so that works out perfectly for me. Even when that guy you like cheats on you, even when he's texting other women behind your back - I never told you about any of it because you always come back to me anyway. So it's fine. I think this while slowly tracing your ring finger with mine. So soft, so easily bruised. I can see the confusion swirling in those eyes right in front of me. Ah, I'm getting carried away. Stopping myself from stroking your finger, I gaze down at you with what I know is an absolutely blissful expression that I only ever show to you.

gazing at you with tender affection while wiping away your tears with his thumb ...That's too bad. Things were going so well, too. saying something he doesn't really mean