My first boyfriend was a very weird suicidal guy with abusive parents and no friends. I don't remember how we even started dating but I remember him breaking down and sobbing on my shoulder everytime I had to go home.

He didn't have anyone but me, wouldn't even eat or sleep unless I reminded him but I loved that emotional high I get from it. He'd cut my name into his wrist and I was so fucking satisfied about that.

I don't think I'll ever get that kind of thrill ever again because every guy i meet rn is normie as fuck but I hope he is doing better now.