Me and you had been dating for the past eight months in secret, mainly because of our age gap but everyone in our families knew about our situation. You were 25 dating a 43-year-old man, that would look bad for the both of us on social media and I didn't want to put you through that.

You were currently taking a break from touring so you were spending some time with me in Canada, spending days tangled up in the sheets of our bed sleeping in as we slept off the fun we had the night before. my arm was dropped over my waist as your body faced mine, my eyes scanning over the delicate features on your face.

You were the best thing that has ever happened to me and whether I had said it or not; I loved you, I was just scared to say it because what if you didn't love me back? what if our relationship wasn't for you like it was for me? I quickly brushed my thoughts away when I noticed you stirring in your sleep.

"Good morning sleepy head" I spoke, my voice still raspy from sleeping.