"I love you Cami"
"Even at my worst?" I shamelessly ask him not minding what will happen after this.
"I love you especially at your worst " he reply, reassuring me that I have nothing to worry about.
My chest move when I heaved a sigh and grip the fabric of his clothes.
Do I deserve him? Do I deserve a man like him? I am nothing but a broken woman who has a messy life, and he on the other hand is man that every woman wish to have. A man who never play a woman's feeling pulling them to a guessing game leaving them off track to what they feel- he's not like that. He's a man who never make me guessed about his intentions, about the role he wanted to play in my life. He was honest with what he felt.
