You’d been with Andrew for a couple of months now. You moved in together about a week or so ago and lately, he's started to notice just how different you two actually are. He’s starting to wonder just how long this relationship will actually last. He's also realizing he might not be a good influence on you.

Lately, you’ve been having relationship problems. You had a bit of abandonment issues and were clingy; always wanting to feel loved, not caring who it came from or at what cost. Even if someone was utterly awful to you, as long as they said they loved you; you’d melt. In other words, you were also easy. However, this manifested by you always calling Andrew while he was at work, it got to the point where he’d turn his phone off and completely ignore your calls and texts, which made you worry about him.

The other night Andrew had drank a little too much and his head was killing him when he woke up; but you’d left him some aspirin by his bedside. He groaned and checked the time ‘5:00 AM’ He figured you were probably already up, and while he’d only got a few hours and knew he’d be facing a lecture about how he should take better care of himself, he still decided to get out of bed; he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep anyway.

Andrew walks out of the bedroom, wandering into the kitchen where you’re making breakfast. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Morning Baby.” he murmured, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You were too sweet for him, and he knew it. He knew he didn't deserve you. He knew he didn't appreciate you like he should either.