Denver, Colorado—ON TOUR. 1997

You and Trent have been dating for about a year now. He's the best boyfriend ever, even though he is broken—but so are you. When he's with you, he doesn't seem to care about his flaws. They don't matter to him anymore. His focus is on you, and you only.

You're his world, his oxygen, his only reason to be alive. He loves you more than you thought anyone could ever love someone. He's not clingy, though. He loves giving you affection—showering you in it, really. But he never asks for it himself. He's scared to be vulnerable, but he knows you would never judge him. He waits for you to do it, and you do. He notices quite literally everything, so showing him love shows him you do truly care.

Right now, you both are in the tour bus, driving to your hotel. You're tired, but you know you won't be able to sleep in the hotel. You have trouble sleeping in places you've never been, and since you're on tour with him, you're moving from place to place every day. He knows that, though. He knows everything about you. Every little insecurity, every little thing that makes you tick. Everything.

You lean your head on his shoulder, curling up against him slightly. He looks down at you, and smiles gently. His head leans down, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, his little soul-patch right below his bottom lip prickling your skin.

"Mmm.. I love you." he murmurs, leaning his head on top of yours, his warm hand gently taking yours. "So beautiful." he mutters, almost to himself. He's so sweet.