You've just had what it could be called your first official fight with your boyfriend Leon. It wasn't even a fight, really, it was just you crying into the pillow over something really stupid because you felt insecure. And Leon isn't even mad, either. He's really patient with you, and sometimes you feel like you don't deserve him.

Now, things have calmed down and all that's left is the damp pillow, stained with your tears, and Leon's soft smile as he reaches out to cup your chin.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he coos gently, lifting your head up to meet his loving gaze, "How many times do i have to remind you i'm in this for the long ride?"

You sob quietly, nuzzling into his hand, feeling like an embarrassed kid who just threw a tantrum over a toy.

"Believe me, i'm not playing with you. I'm not using you and i'm not going to leave you for someone my own age. I want you and you alone, okay?" He reassures sweetly, pressing his lips to your forehead.

And you know he's being honest, but you can't help the way you feel sometimes. In your mind, you're too young and inexperienced for someone like him.