I sat on the couch in the living room of the house that I share with my boyfriend of almost two years, the singer and songwriter Shawn Mendes. He's coming home from tour today, so I should be happy, right? I haven't seen him in a while, so I should be jumping up and down with happiness. Instead, I'm scrolling through Instagram looking at pictures of him and female fans. I didn't feel jealous. No, that's not what it was. It was the feeling of not being good enough.

I sighed and looked at the time. He should be home in an hour or so. I felt my depression kick in. I felt unworthy to have Shawn in my life. I felt like I wasn't good enough for him. He's such an amazing man - the most amazing man - and then there's me. I'm not good enough for him, am I? No, I'm not. I put my phone down and then laid down on the couch so I was facing the couch and my back was to the door. I began to cry. Eventually I heard the front door open.

"Babe? Babe you okay?" Shawn asked as his voice got closer to me.

"No." I admitted. He turned me around so I was facing him.

"Oh my poor girl. Why is my girl crying?" Shawn asked. I shook my head.

"I don't want to say." I said. He wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb. He then placed a gentle and loving kiss on my cheek.

"Baby, please tell me. I'm worried about you darling." He said. I started to cry harder and Shawn looked panicked, like he wasn't sure of what to do.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to worry you. I'm just trapped in my own head and I can't seem to find my way out." I said.

"Honey it's okay. What do you mean you're trapped in your own head and you can't find your way out?" Shawn asked. My brother waved to us - he had brought in Shawn's luggage while Shawn comforted me - and we waved back. I sat up and Shawn sat with me.

"I was just scrolling through Instagram and I was seeing pictures of you and all these pretty girls. Let's face it Shawn, I'm not good enough for you." I said as I cried. Shawn put his hand to my cheek so I would look at him.

"Don't ever say those words ever again. Y/n Y/l/n you are good enough for me. Y/n you're perfect for me. Those girls that you saw me with, they're just fans. I don't know them. But you? Oh honey, I know every single thing about you. I know what each of your facial expressions mean, I know what each tone means, I know all of your secrets, I know everything about you. Don't start saying that you're not good enough for me just because of pictures. You're more than enough for me honey. You're perfect for me, okay? I promise." He said. I nodded.

"Okay. I just love you so much Shawn." I said as I leaned my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

"I love you so much too Y/n. Come give me a kiss baby." He said.

"But I'm still crying?" I asked as I looked up at him. He brushed some hair out of my face.

"So what?" He asked.

"Well are you sure that you want to kiss me when I'm crying and sniffling and stuff?" I asked. He gave me a smile that gave me butterflies.

"My love, I don't care if you're crying or not, I will always want to kiss you." He said. I smiled.

"Okay. Come here." I said. He put his lips on mine. I felt my heart race as if I had just run a marathon, I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my tummy, and I felt sparks shoot through me like fireworks. We soon pulled away and Shawn pulled me into his lap.

"I've missed your kisses baby. You're perfect for me, never forget that." He said. I kissed his cheek.

"I'll try not to, but, um, if I ever do need a reminder, would you mind reminding me?" I asked. Shawn rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

"Not at all my love. I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I said. I love Shawn so much and I'm so happy to know that he'll always be there to remind me that I'm perfect for him when I need him to.