Once, my paranoid love

“Derek,” I called out, my voice tinged with excitement as I gazed out the window of the car.

Derek turned to me, a warm smile on his face, waiting for me to share what had caught my attention. “What is it?” he asked.

“It’s my university,” I exclaimed, the anticipation and joy bubbling within me. The sight of my campus, with its familiar buildings and surroundings, filled me with a sense of belonging and purpose.

“So, can I go to the university?” I asked, my voice brimming with support.

A wide smile spread across my face as I nodded. “Yes,” he replied, my heart bursting with gratitude. It was a dream come true, a promise fulfilled beyond my expectations.

Derek’s eyes softened with pride and affection. “I told you I’d help you in any way I could,” he said, his unwavering commitment shining through.

“Thank you very much,” I said, the words infused with the depth of my appreciation. I had never expected such generosity from Derek, and his support was a testament to his love for me.

Derek’s question cut through my joy, drawing my attention to the complex emotions that still simmered beneath the surface. “Are you happy?” he inquired, his gaze searching for any sign of doubt.

I met his gaze, my eyes sparkling with happiness. “Yes, I am,” I replied, my gratitude and love for him spilling over.

I reached out to him, and a sudden and unexpected wave of emotion washed over me. “Thank you, Derek,” I said, my voice filled with love and appreciation. I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the kindness and love he had shown me.

But even in the midst of my elation, there was a sharp pain in my heart, a reminder of the complex web of emotions that had entangled us. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, and I fought to keep them in check.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Derek asked, cupping my face in his palms, his concern evident.

I smiled through the tears and shook my head. “No,” I replied, my voice a whisper, the tears reflecting the mixture of emotions I felt.

“It’s just that you are so good, and I don’t know… I don’t know how to repay your debt,” I admitted, my voice filled with gratitude as I looked into Derek’s eyes. The weight of his unwavering support and love had me feeling humbled and overwhelmed.

As the words left my lips, I couldn’t help but think to myself, ‘I don’t deserve your love. I’ll never be able to love you as much as you love me.’ The depth of his feelings for me was a heavy burden, one I wasn’t sure I could fully reciprocate.

Suddenly, Derek’s expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes, his curiosity piqued by my use of the word “debt.” It was as though the mention of repayment had struck a chord within him.

“Debt?” he questioned, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and concern.

I sighed, torn between the appreciation I felt for Derek’s love and the inadequacy I felt in return. “I don’t think I deserve you, Derek,” I confessed, my voice vulnerable.

Derek’s gaze softened, and he reached out to wipe away the tears that had welled up in my eyes. His touch was gentle and comforting, and it served as a reminder of the love and support he offered me. “Is that right? But I think I’m using you, since you are the source of my happiness in life,” he replied, his words filled with sincerity.

Derek’s affection and understanding touched my heart. I struggled to comprehend how someone so good and loving could ever think they were using me. He had given me so much, and my feelings for him ran deep, even if they couldn’t match the intensity of his love.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Unexpectedly, Derek kissed my cheek, a tender and affectionate gesture that caught me off guard. I closed my eyes, feeling his soft lips against my skin, but I didn’t feel the urge to push him away. It wasn’t because I actively sought this moment, but rather because I didn’t want to deny him anything. He had done so much for me, and if this was what he wanted, I was willing to let him have it.

“And never mention about debt. I am doing it because I love you,” he said, his voice unwavering in its affirmation.

I widened my eyes, not used to such unfiltered and direct declarations of affection. Derek’s openness made me feel slightly uncomfortable, but in that intense moment, I understood that his honesty was a reflection of the depth of his love for me. I had always known he cared deeply, but this was a reminder of just how much.

“It’s time for you to go to your class, honey,” Derek added, his tone warm and supportive. I smiled and nodded, appreciating his gentle guidance. His compassion and unwavering support were making it increasingly difficult for me to resist fully accepting him into my life.

We stepped out of the car, and Derek held my hand as we walked toward the university entrance. The campus was abuzz with activity, and I couldn’t help but notice the curious stares from passersby, particularly directed at Derek. It wasn’t surprising; he exuded an undeniable magnetism that drew attention wherever he went.

I stole a quick glance at him and couldn’t help but smile. Derek was indeed incredibly attractive and handsome, his presence commanding the attention of everyone around him. He walked confidently by my side, his love for me evident in every gesture, and I couldn’t have been prouder to have him as a part of my life.

As we continued walking through the bustling university campus, I couldn’t help but overhear the hushed whispers of students as they took notice of Derek. His striking looks and undeniable presence drew attention wherever he went.

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“Who’s that handsome?” someone whispered in admiration.

“Damn, look at his physique,” another commented, appreciating Derek’s well-built frame.

“And what about his blue eyes? Is he a model?” Yet another person marveled, intrigued by the intensity of his gaze.