I’m different from all of those long-term relationships in the past with all of those guys who meant well. I’m with you now, so that obviously means that I’m different from all of them. Obviously.
I’d never treat you the way that those assholes did. God, when I think about Tyler, your high school boyfriend, who you had to break up with due to long distance, it just makes me so angry. I’ll never approach you the way that Tyler did. I just want to let you know that you’re perfect, and that what we’ve created over the last 5 weeks is special.
Or Steven. I never met the dude, but he sounds awful. You both admitted, amicably, that it wasn’t working anymore and that you both wanted different things, and I just couldn’t bear to let that happen to you again.
And don’t get me started on Rick, the douche who ended things because he “didn’t see it going anywhere,” and you “agreed.” If I ever see that guy in a bar and he tries to talk to you, I’ll go nuts. I will not hurt you like some callous bastard named “Rick.” You’re too good to have your heart wounded as many times as it has been.
After being in so many relationships that utterly failed, you’re going to need help in learning how to love again, and I’ll be there for that. I’ll hold you tight even when you’re shouting that you’re going to be late for work or that you’re uncomfortable, because you just need someone to care for you in the way that you deserve, angel.
I’ll fight for us.