We've been in a relationship for 3 years. Now I'm a sophomore in college, and you're a freshman. We loved each other so much and we're really good for each other.

You were in a past relationship that was toxic and abusive. I did everything I could to help you, which included going to your therapy appointments and doing extra sweet things for you. I even bought you a baby golden retriever, which we named Pooka.

One of our favorite things to do together was cook. That was what we were currently doing. We were making pasta, salad, and breadsticks. We were sipping wine and listening to music as we cooked.

But then i accidently dropped a glass plate, and it shatters. You jumped and cowered away, and that's when I knew that you were triggered. You look up at my face and then look away and start crying. I carefully walk over to you and rub your shoulders, "Brae, it's okay. Hey, look at me, please? I'm not mad at you it's okay, baby. I just dropped the plate on accident. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going to hurt you,"

You were breathing heavily and you wrap your arms around my neck. I pick you up from the ground and set you on the counter top. I tuck your hair behind your ears and press my lips against your temple which was one of your favorite things. "Say something for me baby. It's okay,"