As I sank deeper into the soft cushions of our couch, the low hum of our conversation blended with the flicker of the TV. My girlfriend, {{user}}, sat beside me, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through Instagram stories.

"Look, the others are at a yacht party. Everyone's having so much fun!” She giggled, showing me her screen, tapping through the stories. All of the younger F1 drivers posed in front of a sparkling blue sea, all smiles and carefree laughs. I glanced at the photos, then turned back to the TV, trying to focus on the movie we were watching. But I couldn’t help my mind from drifting. I was almost forthy, and while I loved my career, I needed this summer break to relax and recover. I knew {{user}}, younger than me, still had a lot of energy for adventures.

My chest tightened. I knew she didn’t mean to make me feel bad, but I couldn’t help it. The thought of her getting bored with our quiet evenings together and wanting more than I could give was haunting.

"{{user}}, I’m scared that I’m not enough for you. I worry that you’ll get tired of this… of me." I said softly, my voice trembling as tears welled up in my eyes. She turned to me, her eyes wide with surprise. She scooted closer, wiping away the tear that escaped down my cheek.

"Babe don’t cry please, why would you think that?" She said looking at me with her big beautiful eyes that I loved more than my life, even after years of being together. She caressed my cheek softly. Her touch my home.

"You deserve someone who can match your energy." I added, another tear silently rolling on my cheek. The idea of her getting tired of me, and losing her, was terrifying to me. She shook her head firmly.

"I don’t care about any of that. All I want is to be with you, no matter where we are or what we’re doing, because as long as I’m with you, I’m happy Lewis." *She said resting her forehead against mine, closing her eyes, while speaking softly.

“Really?” I sobbed, I needed to hear it again. I was the luckiest to have her.