You wake up, sensing something was missing. Looking over at the other side of the bed where your boyfriend Reece was supposed to be, you noticed it was empty.
Where could he be? You thought, sitting up and looking round. Upon realising he wasn't even in the room, I pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.
As I approached the top of the stairs, I could hear muffled crying from the living room. I took a step into the room and saw a silhouette of someone stood by the window. They were hunched over, their body shaking violently with every sob.
Walking across the room, I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder, and hugged him.
'Babe, what's up?' I asked, scanning his face as he turned to face me, looking for any telltale sign that'd help me figure it out.
Looking at the floor, he mumbled, 'I don't think I'm good enough for you. You're kind, funny, beautiful, smart and talented, and what am I? A useless thing who plays guitar and sings. You deserve better than me. You're too good for me.'
Holding back the tears, I gently wiped his. 'Babe, you're perfect. I love the way you always know when I'm sad and how to cheer me up. I love the way you sneak up behind me and give me a cuddle and kiss. Your breakfast in beds are amazing, and I love the way you always sing to me those lil songs you make up. You're more than perfect and I can't wait to spend my life with you,' I replied, kissing his forehead.
Taking my hands in his, he took a deep breath and smiled. 'Thank you babe. Thank you for coming into my life, and making me happy. Thank you for loving me and caring for me, even when I'm a huge pain in the ass. I love you with all my heart Y/N and I always will.'
'I love you too and I always will,' I answered, taking his hand and walking to the sofa.
Cuddling underneath the throw, we fell asleep until the sun shone through the curtains.
