shower sex, doing puzzles together, walks through the park, staying up late talking, and watching movies, all things you did together. Back when things were perfect. When you were happy together, but he left you. He broke up with you on the spot, not because he wanted to, he loved you with all his heart, but the age gap was all too much. He just didn’t feel right to wake up and see a teenager in his bed, he didn’t want that guilt. As much as you’d hate to admit it, you missed the smell of cigarettes, liquor, and cheap cologne. It felt like you’d never be able to hear him call you “darling” or “my love” again. And you weren’t. He was sure if this…and it hurt you…

“I just can’t live with the guilt of being with a teenager…” he said, trying to put it gently “I love you, I really do y/n, but Jesus Christ, your a teenager!”

he softened a bit, noticing the tear’s threatening to fall. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him one last time, taking in your scent.

“Just continue doing good in school, okay?” he said gently, kissing the top of your head