I lost my phone the other day. And while I was busy worrying about finding and contacting the guy who had a hold of it, he was there, comforting me. Cheering me up. Loving me at my lowest

He was always around. When I grunt and moan over the voices in my head, reminding me of how stupid I am, he embraced me. He said, "You are stupid. but you're my stupid."

I almost cry and he just held me close, kissed my forehead, and reassured to me that everything would be alright.