How are you, me?

It Has To Be You

"Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with your friends today?" he asked me as he took my bag from my shoulder.

"Not this time. They're off to somewhere-I'd-rather-not-come," I answered nonchalantly.

"And where is that?" He chuckled.

I shrugged. I'm not really interested with things that would cause misunderstanding. My friends were off to a blind date so I'd rather be with him.

"Was it because of me?" he asked again, looking for a specific reason for my actions.

"Partly, yes."

He stopped on his tracks and held my hand to stop me from walking further away. "You know I don't want to be the reason why you don't get to hang out with your friends."

I sighed. Unless I try to explain, he wouldn't stop bugging me and he would constantly blame himself for this.

"They went on a blind date. Do you think I'd still come knowing that?" I said in a sweet tone.

"Why not?"

My brows met when I heard his response. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "There are a lot of better men out there. You should try to look at them and see for your self if I'm really worthy of your love."

I glared at him and rolled my eyes. There was no point arguing with him, he was way too insecure.

"Hey. Are you mad?" He asked as he closed the distance between us after I walked out.

"Don't I have the right to be mad?" I asked, frustrated with the fact that he looked fine after blurting out those words.

"I'm sorry. I've always felt like you stick with me because you had no choice. I thought that if you were to be given a choice, you'd never even look my way."

And there goes his negative remarks about himself.

"Do you really think I'm that shallow?" I said with a disappointed tone.

His eyes were full of questions as he stared at my face. I smiled sadly and cupped his cheeks.

"I had my choices, Kev. The world showed me what it had to offer and among those, it was you whom I chose. I didn't care about those better men because my man was already the best."

He smiled after hearing the words I spoke. I hoped it quelled his insecurity.

"How can I be the best? I'm just..." He looked down and whispered, "me."

I giggled and gave him a peck on his cheeks. "You are greater than what credit your self for. It has to be you, Kev. Only you."


Edited: 20.11.2020

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