Stalker

Ahhh, but he was wrong.

He had never seen it so he did not know what I absolutely knew to be the truth.

"No. You don't understand me."

Do I wiped at my tears.

"It's alright, but you don't understand why I need to have those beautiful pictures of myself."

I sighed heavily against his chest, my fingers starting to twirl around a pectoral muscle.

"Explain it to me so I can understand, then," He said.

But I don't know how I got the words out, but I managed it somehow.

Through the tears, which grew stronger, and because of his quiet strength and patience as he held me and stroked my hair, I finally told another person my horrific truth.