MY ABUSIVE BOYFRIEND
The Perfe
eamed of-charming, confident, and intoxicatingly handsome. He had this way of looking at me, like I wa
table when he saw me struggling to find a seat. That simple act of kindness was enough to start a conversation.
pecial. He sent me good morning texts, surprised me with flowers, and took me on spontaneous late-nig
ared. He would get jealous if I talked to other guys, but I convinced myself that it was just because he loved me so much. When he got upset, his temper
ght up in the magic of being with him. Love had a way o
o idea what
s just a mask. The night