So I had a mental breakdown tonight and my boyfriend sat with me after, smoking a cigarette with me and I had said:
“I’m just confused” he responds.
“Are you confused about me?” I ask.
He looks me deep in my eyes and says : “No. I’ve got you all figured out.”
After sharing a passionate kiss we were holding each other and he adds,
"I’m going to fix you, but I don’t think you’re broken."
This my friends, is love at its finest.