You didn’t grow up in the best living environment, making you self deprecating and struggling with trauma. But Andrew has been determined you work you through it.

“I just wish I could be perfect for you.” You murmur, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint. I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave. But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love.” Andrew replies softly, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands.