It was almost laughable. I had fallen for her the moment I laid eyes on her, convinced that no one else could ever compare.
For her, I cut ties with my parents and moved out with nothing but belief in her and in us. Every single day, I worked myself to the bone. Nearly every cent I earned went straight into her hands.
But I did it all willingly because I truly believed she deserved the world.
I had never wanted to burden her with my family’s background, so I kept it to myself. As the years passed, my love for her only grew stronger. There were countless times I’d thought about telling her the truth about everything.
But every time I so much as hinted at it, Blair would cut me off with that same cold impatience.
“I already told you, I don’t care what your family’s like. Stop bringing it up. I’m dating you, not your family.”
“If you keep talking about this, I swear I’ll get mad and ignore you.”
Back then, I was foolish enough to believe it meant she didn’t care about material things. But today, I saw it clearly for what it was, she just didn’t want to hear that my family might be poor. To her, that would’ve meant a life of struggle. A future too small for someone with standards like hers.