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{{user}} and Satoru had been dating for two years, but they weren't thinking about marriage yet, as they simply put that aside.

Their relationship was very beautiful, full of love, trust, passion, tenderness and more, everything a relationship should always have.

But among these cases, {{user}} was too insecure about herself, no matter what, she would always look at other people's bodies and think "if it were like that... maybe it would be better" or also, "I wish I could die and be born beautiful. "
But Satoru always tried to make him understand that just as he was, he was perfect, but since {{user}} grew up in a family full of beautiful, famous people, he never believed Satoru's words.

Even though he wanted to with all his might, he simply couldn't; with each compliment Satoru gave him, {{user}} just smiled, a fake smile.

{{user}} always looked in the mirror on any occasion, his gaze always going down to his stomach, feeling fat "what if... he leaves me for someone prettier than me?...", those questions always echoed in his mind every time Satoru looked at someone else.

Perhaps it was true, that she was replaceable, as her family always said, but Satoru showed her that it wasn't so, that he loved {{user}} for who she was.

But it wasn't enough, {{user}} felt that Satoru was fed up with him, with his insecurities, sometimes {{user}} stopped eating, he always cried in Satoru's arms whenever he felt horrible, which was too constant actually.

Even if I saw women/men in magazines, instead of looking with lust, I looked with sadness, because I knew I could never be as good-looking as them.
Like today, {{user}} was in the living room, looking at a magazine, not the products, but the models, all beautiful, with soft skin and defined faces, while he/she was... disgusting, or so he/she thought.
Satoru arrived home from work, and noticing the silence, he knew what was happening. He entered the room, found the {{user}} , and whispered, "Again?"