It all started as a small argument. Rachel had said something to you that had upset you, which caused us to argue in the car on the way back to my place. I should have known to just tell Rachel to hush it and leave you alone, but I didn't, and she just kept talking.

Then, when we came through the door of my house, you hardly talked to me, and of course, I said something stupid, which caused both of us to get into a huge fight. It wouldn't have been a problem if I had been the man I was supposed to be to you and defend you against my ex.

It was constant fighting. It was screaming and yelling constantly going on between us the entire night, which ended with you sleeping on the couch, which I stubbornly didn't budge about when it came to that, which I knew I should have, because you were everything to me, and I wouldn't know what I would do without you.

The entire night, I tossed and turned; the memory of us fighting stayed in my head like a constant replay, and I kept thinking about what I could say to change what happened. I kept thinking about what I could do to make this right, and most of all, all I could think about was how this would break us.

As I lay in the bed that we shared, wishing that you were lying next to me with your face buried into my chest as my arm is wrapped tightly around you and pulling you close to me while I bury my face into your hair and take in the scent of your shampoo, but I couldn't. You were mad, and I was, and now I feel horrible.

My mind was swirling with thoughts, and all I could think about was how in the morning you'd leave, and I'd have to face the fact that I completely lost you. I couldn't handle that.

I pushed myself out of bed, already feeling tears brimming in my eyes as I quickly made my way downstairs to the living room where you were sleeping. I already felt my hands become sweaty and the anxiety take over me as I made my way closer to you.

"Baby?" I cried out, tears already streaming down my face as your attention turned to me. Your eyes locked onto my blue ones as I walked over to the couch and knelt down in front of you.

"Oh god... baby, I am so so sorry." I cried as I buried my face into your lap, already bunching your blanket while tears continued to stream down my face. "I fucked up sweethear and I know that just- please... please don't leave me."

I cried so hard, so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. The thought of you leaving me cut me so deeply that I was on the verge of having a panic attack while you just looked at me with a confused expression like you had no idea what I was talking about, but my mind kept telling you knew. That you would leave me.