lovestruck | hs
"Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?"
Quickly I change the subject. I am not going to cry for Jacob, I am not going to cry for the constant physical and mental abuse I was tormented with. No way am I going down that road right now.
"I get jealous, okay?" I sigh, starting to tear up. "I still don't understand why you chose me, when you literally could have had any girl, any model...just anyone you wanted."
"Baby, I would never leave you," Harry replies, sincerity in his eyes.
I burst out, "How do I know that? Harry, so many people have told me they'd always be by my side, and they are all gone now, or they've hurt me in some way. How can I trust that you won't do the same thing?"
His face falls again, disappointment written all over his features.
"You can choose to trust me," Harry begins, and I notice an edge to his voice. "Or you can leave what we've had behind. I chose you. And I'll choose you over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you."