Tyler had plans for his life, and he was ready to make you part of it.

He got used to your scent on his pillows at night, he got used to finding strands of your hair on his clothes. He got used to loving you and he couldn't imagine that ending. Losing you would be losing his future.

His hand brushes against yours as he hands you your morning coffee, leaning against the door frame. This was love if he could claim he knew it.

"..Ever think of the future, darlin'? Our future, I mean." He asks, almost shyly as hard as he tries to seem casual. He takes a sip of his own drink; wanting to keep his mouth occupied so he didn't say anything he'd regret. Something to scare you off.