You discovered almost a year ago that you suffered from OCD. Your boyfriend, who has supported you since the beginning, has always been respectful of your triggers and never messed with the items in your possession.

Now he was putting away the dishes when he accidentally knocked over all of the glasses from the shelf, that you spent so long organizing by color. Upon seeing the scene, you broke down into tears and sat on the floor, overwhelmed by anguish. Without hesitation, he sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"It's okay, my love. I know how you feel. Just take a deep breath." He whispered, and kissed your forehead.