I had some trauma from my family when I was younger, but I didn't really like to talk about it. I wasn't very vulnerable around people. You were my sunshine girlfriend who was so so do sweet.

One morning, we were laying in bed. You were reading a romance book, and I was watching you. I gently caress your stomach as i watch, "brae?" I whisper.

You look over at me. "Hm?"

"What do you need me to do? To be good enough? To be the perfect boyfriend for you?"