There is something wrong with my boyfriend.
exactly pinpoint what, but something is definitely off.
He’s just too
morning, when I wake up, I open my eyes only to look at his radiant face as if
he had been up and about for hours, his breath mint fresh and his hair
way he moves seems so limber, so fluid, so sprightly, whereas I trudge clumsily
behind him, desperate to make my stiff movements match his vivacious pace.
gorgeous, hypnotically so: sometimes, I sit and zoom in on his beautiful
flushed face as he’s playing video games, only to snap out of this trance when
he gets up, unable to compute how long I have been sitting there without
Since I have
met him, I find myself unable to focus on anything else than him or his
well-being and I’m starting to feel like blowing a fuse if I don’t get any
As I change
the sheets of our bed to distract myself, I wonder if I should venture outside.
I never leave
the house without him, because he doesn’t like it and I don’t feel safe when
he’s not around to steer me and help me circumnavigate the consequences of my
carefully scan the view from my bedroom window, but I am instantly paralysed by
time for a nap, I often nap, but I never feel quite reenergised when he’s not
resting next to me, heaven knows why.
mechanically smooths out the sheets on the right side of the bed, caressing the
pillow he lies upon night after night, when, moving on to my side of the bed, I
hit my knee against something hard and flat, protruding from under the
inductive charging pad, like the ones you’d see for phones, only this one is
And it’s tucked away under the left side of the mattress.