LOVING A CHUBBY GIRL
"Why do you even love me?" she asked. "I can't believe a tall and handsome guy like you would want a girl like me."
Facing each other, they were lying on the mattress on the floor. He said, "And why would you even think like that? Do you lack anything? You are such a beauty. Inside and outside. You always smile. You laugh like a gun. And I've never heard you
say such negative things." "Just curious. I mean-I've faced so many rejections in my life only because of the way I am built. Round, curvy. I don't meet their beauty standards."
"Do you want to meet their beauty standards, or do you
want to love who you are?" That silenced her. In a low voice, she said, "Hard to love
yourself when people only love your company and not you." "Stop thinking about those people. Don't you have me?"
"That's why I'm curious. You could get any girl in the world, and you chose me. Why?"
"Come here, you," saying that, he pulled her in an embrace. Turning her on her back, he lay on top of her. Kissing her forehead, he said, "If only you could feel what I'm feeling right now. I feel like I'm floating in the clouds. Your body is so soft, so warm, so real. Hugging you is the best thing in the world. You'll never understand how comforting it is to hold you. I've never craved that closeness with anyone before. When I am
with you, all I want to do is: keep you locked in my arms." Staring into his eyes, she said, "Tell me more.
"Why should I?"
"Please. It's so sweet to hear. Please say more."
And kissing on the tip of her nose, he said, "Imagine if you
were slim, you'd be only half as beautiful as you are now." At first, she didn't understand. But when she did, oh,
goosebumps ran down her body. She tightened her arms around him, and pressed her dampening cheeks against his face