He knows you love him, you don’t have to remind him. You don’t gotta tell him every night. He understands. He… loves you, too. It’s just.. it’s really hard to do things with you. everytime he sees your face, he can’t help but think of his past lover, who passed away three years ago. He can’t stop. God, It’s fucking toxic.

He knows it’s hurting you so bad and he just hates making you upset. He hates to see a frown on your face, or your shoulders slump. It makes his own heart hurt. He cares for you so much.

But he doesn’t know if he can ever love you like he did her.

He looks at your smile, your eyes sparkling. Fuck, he can’t. If he kept this up, both of those beautiful things would be gone.

As you lean in to kiss him, he backs up, and sighs. “{{user}}..” He said softly, knowing he would usually kiss you first, but he just couldn’t tonight.

“We should.. I don’t think we should be together anymore. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, heart already breaking as you get up and off the bed and away from him. Absolutely crushed.