He got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt carefully selected by her. She made him look in the mirror too.
He only knew he looked attractive by the reflection of himself looking back at him in the mirror. He had a very good-looking face and a great body to complement it too.
It pained him he could not remember himself, his face, body, and everything in between.
Yet, he was glad he looked like this. He was happy he wasn't he wasn't some ugly lad with a skinny body.
That would make her desire him more. It was enough to make a woman desirous of a man– and knowing that he had at least that factor to hold on to regarding pleasing her, it eased his distress a little.
He was scared of losing her. Scared that she might deem him unworthy of her and lose total interest in him.
For what would he do without her?
Who was he without her?
He was nobody.