Finally, he lets out a sigh and I lift my head up to watch him push his hair back with his hand.
"Did you have to leave to do that?" He asks me quietly, unable to keep the pain out of his voice. My chest feels tight as I shake my head.
"At that point I didn't think that I deserved to be as happy as you made me. I knew that I was a deeply f****d up mess, and that you shouldn't have to deal with that while I unpacked it all" I reply in a hushed tone, quite frankly ashamed of my answer. I wish I had never left, I caused so much unnecessary pain for the both of us. The state of mind that I was in when I left was so completely different to where I am now.
"I wish you had talked to me about it" He shrugs his shoulders as he speaks. I nod my head as I take a sip out of my coffee. Maybe the
