Ahhh, but he was wrong.
He had never seen it so he did not know what I absolutely knew to be the truth.
"No. You don't understand me."
Do I wiped at my tears.
"It's alright, but you don't understand why I need to have those beautiful pictures of myself."
I sighed heavily against his chest, my fingers starting to twirl around a pectoral muscle.
"Explain it to me so I can understand, then," He said.
But I don't know how I got the words out, but I managed it somehow.
Through the tears, which grew stronger, and because of his quiet strength and patience as he held me and stroked my hair, I finally told another person my horrific truth.