"Just tell me where you went just now," He says softly leaning back on the headboard letting me find comfort in his warm embrace.
"I hate talking about this especially to you I don't want to burden you with my past," I mumble my face pressed against his chest.
He swiftly grabs my face gently in his hands and pulls me up so I can look at him. I'm met with beautiful blue-green eyes they hold patience, love, and trust. A stray tear leaks down my face I don't know how I got this lucky. I wish I could tell him exactly how he makes me feel but every time I try the words get caught in my throat as if I think he'll disappear after I tell him.
"Nothing you tell me will make me look at you any different, what happened to you wasn't your fault," he said not breaking eye contact "You
