I walk down the hall to where Blake was, he was making eggs.
He spots me and hands me a cup of coffee.
“Here enjoy…” he says kissing my forehead. He goes back to making his eggs.
While I take a sip of my coffee. I felt so content watching him. I smiled as I watched Blake at work. He loved cooking even though the only thing he could make was eggs. He loved experimenting with new recipes and trying new things he was so perfect I almost couldn't believe he was all mine. Sometimes I think his too good for me. I mean look at him him then look at me. We were polar opposites.
Sometimes I wonder if marrying him is the right decision. We had plans to get married soon. I love Blake I really do but he doesn't deserve to have his life taken away from him because of me. I'll never be good enoug
