We both hated ourselves but somehow managed to love one another. It was torture to love someone who hate him/herself as much as you hate yourself. Seeing them, and hearing them talk bad about them self felt like countless knives stabbed your heart. The countless I love yous, and compliments doesn't effect them sometimes. As the only thing they did was deny it all. They are the most beautiful human being you've ever seen, but they keep on beating themselves by saying that they are the opposite what you thought they were. Problems occured but everything will be alright as long as we have each other. Right?