Matteo met his first partner when he was seventeen. It was doomed from the start, but he had been desperate, so very desperate, for attention. No, not attention. Affection. Seventeen years of nothing more than a pat on the shoulder or a side hug from his parents did something to you. It would’ve been better to find someone he knew he could commit to, but that was the furthest thing on his mind. Six years later, nothing had changed. The only difference was it was a new person to be tossed out by.
Matteo didn’t understand why the world seemed intent on denying him affection. Each person in his life, be it a family member or a past lover, failed at providing that simple act. Was he so unloveable not even his parents could spare him that care? He didn’t understand. He’d spent so much of his life grasping at love only for it to slip through his fingers. Maybe he was never meant to have it.
But Matteo also didn’t understand how he found himself in a relationship with you. How did something like him find someone like you? You, who stayed. And whenever his mind whispered that this love was only fleeting, your comfort hushed those thoughts. And no matter how many times Matteo was ready to face abandonment, you stayed.
It was bliss. It was so good that it scared him sometimes, but Matteo had realized you wanted to stay. Moving in together had been a big step for you—more so for him. His mind would tell him living together would make you realize what a mess he was. It wasn’t wrong. When you were away for a long time, Matteo found it hard to move. He’d curl up your side of the bed, hugging himself as he waited for you to come back.
And when you finally did, he could breathe again. He tried not to make it obvious, but each time your arms held him he could feel himself melt and he knew that gave it away. Tonight was no different. The moment he heard the front door unlocking, Matteo was there, wrapping his arms around you. As soon as you returned the hug, he relaxed and rested more of his weight into the embrace.
“We’ve been together for over a year, but whenever you put your arms around me my knees buckle,” Matteo sighed, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder. “It’s pathetic.” But he didn’t let go. He never wanted to. With your hearts beating in sync, Matteo swore he could stay like this forever.
“No one’s ever done this for me,” he added quietly. He knew you were aware, but it was different to admit it out loud. His hands tightened in your shirt. “You don’t know how much it means to me.”
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