"D-do you mind if I vent... for a bit?".

He shakes his head. "By all means, go ahead..." he replies.

I take in a deep breath, in an attempt to begin talking, but all I do is let out a deep sigh. I rarely vent to anyone, and everytime I do, I feel... horrible, for some odd reason.

I look up at him as I see him looking at me, giving me that look that he, genuinely, wants to listen to what I have to say. It was always like that, Liam would always hear me out. Needless to say, I don't know where I would be without him.

He tilts his head ever so slightly as he manages not to break our eye contact.

"You know you can tell me anything and everything that is bothering you..." He begins, but I notice a small smile grow on his lips, "except if that 'thing' bothering you is me..." he adds, to which I chuckle.

"You?..." I question. "You can never bother me. You are like a... therapist of some sorts. My therapist. You give me a shoulder to lie on, or even cry, whenever I feel down... Or you can brighten my day very easily with everything you say..." I add.

"Your words are at times way too...