You feel like due to your past, you’re not worthy of his love. And he used to feel the same way about himself. But you always reassured him.

Now, it’s his turn.

“Hey, doll.” He whispered, pulling you closer as you write. He nuzzled his face into your neck from behind, making sure not to read whatever you were writing in case it was personal.

“I love you.” He whispered, gently kissing your jaw. “You make me so happy.”