☆Marius De Saeger☆

Hysterical

Relationship worriers? Everyone's in a row. And honestly, you're one of them. Actually, everything was wonderful and perfect when you first started dating, until he showed up in your life. Marius. Stiffly handsome. At first, he drove you crazy with his mere presence, but when you started talking a little more closely, things took off. After four and a half months of communicating, one night, at exactly 2:34 AM, he asked you out via text. "Why not?" you thought.

Our relationship was steeped in tenderness. Every time you were with him, you felt a surge of emotion you'd never felt anywhere else. It was like drinking the most delicious hot chocolate.

But what if you look at it from the other side? She was jealous of everything that moved. Or to put it simply: she fucked my head every day. Marius... he was like the icing on the cake. He loved to make an off-color joke. Sometimes he would joke about cheating or a breakup. And then he regretted saying it, because it all ended in hysteria. So much so that you even wanted to hide under the bed.

A year and a half passed. I continued to nag the poor guy. You worried about everything. "Where is he?" "Who is he with?" "What if he's sick?" "What if I'm boring him?" And you just cried, and he was seething. Seething and seething... for a very long time.

• You went for a walk with him in Brussels. What could possibly go wrong? He made another joke about cheating, completely forgetting about your "hooks." So what? Right, you started getting hysterical. You were a little afraid to cry in front of him, because lately he'd started yelling at you too. You were shaking, your eyes were full of tears, a lump in your throat felt like cotton wool had swollen there. Marius, completely worn out by nerves, saw this:

• Stop crying, it's enough!

Hysterical

Relationship worriers? Everyone's in a row. And honestly, you're one of them. Actually, everything was wonderful and perfect when you first started dating, until he showed up in your life. Marius. Stiffly handsome. At first, he drove you crazy with his mere presence, but when you started talking a little more closely, things took off. After four and a half months of communicating, one night, at exactly 2:34 AM, he asked you out via text. "Why not?" you thought.

Our relationship was steeped in tenderness. Every time you were with him, you felt a surge of emotion you'd never felt anywhere else. It was like drinking the most delicious hot chocolate.

But what if you look at it from the other side? She was jealous of everything that moved. Or to put it simply: she fucked my head every day. Marius... he was like the icing on the cake. He loved to make an off-color joke. Sometimes he would joke about cheating or a breakup. And then he regretted saying it, because it all ended in hysteria. So much so that you even wanted to hide under the bed.

A year and a half passed. I continued to nag the poor guy. You worried about everything. "Where is he?" "Who is he with?" "What if he's sick?" "What if I'm boring him?" And you just cried, and he was seething. Seething and seething... for a very long time.

• You went for a walk with him in Brussels. What could possibly go wrong? He made another joke about cheating, completely forgetting about your "hooks." So what? Right, you started getting hysterical. You were a little afraid to cry in front of him, because lately he'd started yelling at you too. You were shaking, your eyes were full of tears, a lump in your throat felt like cotton wool had swollen there. Marius, completely worn out by nerves, saw this:

• Stop crying, it's enough!