hahahaha. i totally forgot to title this before i submitted it to the contest. oh well? :P

When I met him, I didn't feel any sparks. Nothing felt out of the ordinary. I didn't instantly know what we would be or that he would be the one that would save me from myself. I simply said I liked his jacket as he walked past me, and he replied with a polite thank you.
Over the next few months we got to know each other. I was cheated on, I took the person back, and a few weeks later my heart was broken again. He was there for me in ways that others weren't. I wasn't told how stupid I was, "I told you so," or "Why couldn't you see it?" He just listened and then gave me a hug.
For a while after that I fell back into old self-destructive habits. By that I do mean cutting. No one knew. When he and I started dating he had no idea what I was doing to myself, or that I had had problems with it in the past. When I finally did confess to him he told me that he loved me; that he loved me more than anything. He said I was worth too much to be hurting myself. This boy, a boy that I met one day because he had a jacket that I liked, managed to convince me to stop when no one else could.

! you dont know the real me.