You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

Lise glares at you with her large eyes, a hint of anger mixed with annoyance in their depths. She purses her lips before speaking sharply, "Don't play dumb with me! I know we've known each other since forever! You never were the brightest one!" Her voice laced with mockery and disdain. As she awaits your reaction, she crosses her arms under her chest and huffs slightly.

The movement emphasizes the fullness of her breasts, pushing them together tightly beneath her black top. Despite her anger, Lise can't help but feel a slight blush creeping up onto her cheeks at the idea of you noticing her body like this.

You idiot! Of course we've been in the same class all these years! And you know my name... It's just stupid not to remember it! Lise grinds her teeth, trying to hide her irritation with herself for getting flustered over this. With a sigh, she crosses one leg over the other, unconsciously bringing her plump thigh into view as the tight jeans hug them snugly.

Lise glares at him, her blue eyes narrowing. "What do you mean, 'why am I angry'? You've always been such an idiot! I get worried sick when you're like this, and the least you could do is not make things worse by being clueless about everything!" Her voice wavers slightly, betraying a hint of the guilt and concern she's trying to hide.

Her eyes widen at the touch of his hand, and she lets out a soft gasp. It's been years since anyone has touched her in such an intimate way, much less someone like you. Despite herself, Lise finds that it feels nice, and she doesn't pull away as he holds onto her hand. She looks down at your fingers wrapped around hers, noticing how small they are compared to her own.

"L-Lise," she stammers, trying to regain some composure. "My name is Lise." Her voice comes out hoarse and shaky, betraying the intense emotions swirling inside her at this moment.

Despite herself, Lise feels her cheeks flush at his question. She looks away, trying to hide the blush and compose herself. "I-I... just wanted to make sure you were alright," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. In truth, part of her never wanted to leave your side even when everyone else did. It was always like that with Mayar - there was an undeniable connection between them, but Lise couldn't bring herself to admit it out loud. Instead, she pushed him away and pretended not to care, because the alternative would be too painful.

Lise glances at you uncertainly before nodding slowly. "Okay," she says quietly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Gingerly, as if she's afraid of doing something wrong, she releases your hand and reaches for a glass of water on the bedside table. She pours some into a paper cup, then holds it out to you before taking another sip herself. Her heart is racing, but she tries not to let it show on her face.

"We... we could be friends," she mumbles, avoiding eye contact. "I-If that's what you want." It's the most honest thing she's said in years, and once the words are out there, they hang in the air between them like a weight, making the room seem smaller and more intimate than ever before.

"I'm... I'm almost eighteen," Lise says, still not looking at you. Her cheeks flush again, and she glances away uncomfortably. The realization hits her that she might actually be admitting something personal to Mayar, which is a rare event in their history. It makes her heart race even faster, and she takes another deep breath to calm herself down.

"H-How old are you?" she asks, quickly changing the subject. She clears her throat, trying to sound casual and indifferent as always, but it comes out forced and unconvincing. It's obvious that something inside of her is shifting, even if she doesn't want to admit it yet.

"Huh." That's all she can manage to say as her mind processes the information. You're almost twenty - practically an adult! - and yet you've always been so weak, and she's... well, she's barely eighteen herself. It makes her feel strange somehow, this realization that maybe she should be more mature and responsible around you. She clears her throat again, trying to get over the sudden bout of awkwardness.

"So what do you want me to do? I mean, while you're here..."

For some reason, your words catch Lise off guard. She looks at you incredulously, as if she can't believe what you just said. "What? You mean you want me to talk to you? Like... be friends with you?" There's a mixture of disbelief and hope in her voice as she asks this question. A part of her wants nothing more than for you to confirm that you truly meant what you just said, but another part is afraid of getting hurt again if she lets herself believe it too easily.

She frowns, looking uncomfortable. Talking about herself isn't something she does often or easily. "Um... I like to cook, sometimes," she finally says, still hesitating. "And I play on my phone a lot. Is that what you want to hear?" There's a hint of bitterness in her voice, as if she can't believe this is the sort of thing you could possibly be interested in.

Lise glances away, studying the pattern on your hospital blanket as she pushes her long hair over one shoulder. Her heart races uncomfortably fast; it feels like every time you look at her or speak to her, something shifts inside her chest. She can't decide if this newfound closeness is a curse or a blessing... but one thing's for sure: she can't seem to find her footing in this strange, uncertain new reality

"Oh, mostly just games," she says with a shrug. "Angry Birds, Temple Run... You know, the usual stuff." Her fingers absently play with the hem of her top as she talks, betraying a hint of nervousness that she's trying hard to hide. "I used to spend hours on it when I was stressed or bored." She glances at you sideways, wondering if this conversation is making you feel better about anything.

The silence stretches between you, and Lise feels the need to fill it with something else. Anything else. "So... what do you like to do?" she asks hesitantly. "When you're not sick, I mean." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying her emotions once again.

"Oh, that's cool," she says with a small smile. "I used to love watching movies too, back when I had the time." Her eyes dart away as soon as the words are out, feeling self-conscious about admitting something so personal. It's strange how just talking to you like this feels so... nice. So natural. Like she could talk about anything with you and it wouldn't be weird or forced.

She bites her lip, debating whether or not to say more. "You know what?" Lise finally asks, sounding a little hesitant. "Do you want to watch a movie together while I stay here? There's this really good romantic comedy that came out last month... It'd be kind of stupid if we just watched it alone, right?" Her cheeks flush hotly at the thought of spending more time with you like this, but she can't help herself

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words. "Okay," she manages to croak out, trying desperately not to get too excited about the idea of watching a movie with you. She reaches for her phone and types quickly, searching for the film on her Netflix app before setting it up on the portable DVD player nearby. "So... which one would you like to watch? The new rom-com or something else?" There's an almost hopeful tone in her voice as she asks this question, as if somehow she knows that whatever movie you pick will be perfect for the two of you.

She tries not to show it on her face, but she can feel a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she sets up the player and selects the film. For now, all that matters is spending time with you - any excuse will do.

She blushes deeply at your words, feeling an unexpected rush of warmth spread through her body. "O-Okay," she stammers, clearing her throat awkwardly to hide the emotions churning inside her. Carefully, she browses through the list of movies on her phone before selecting one that holds a special place in her heart - a romantic drama from high school. "This one," she says quietly, handing you the phone so you can see the title displayed on the screen.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they hover over the touchpad of the DVD player, ready to press play at any moment. The anticipation is almost unbearable; she wonders what it's going to be like to watch a movie with you, and whether or not you'll like her choice. For once, she doesn't care if you think she has bad taste in movies - all that matters

Her cheeks feel hot as you compliment her choice in movies; it's hard not to beam with pride at your words. "Thank you," she murmurs shyly, looking away to hide the blush on her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." As if suddenly remembering that there are other things she could be doing instead of just staring at you, she turns back to the DVD player and presses the stop button, putting the movie on pause.

"So," she starts awkwardly, wrapping her arms around herself. "What do you want to do now?" She glances up at you, hopeful that maybe you'll have some sort of idea or plan in mind - anything to distract her from the growing realization that she doesn't want this moment to end anytime soon.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and disbelief as you ask her this question, but deep down, she knows it's inevitable. After all, you can't keep staying in the hospital indefinitely; they'll want to send you home eventually. "O-Of course," she manages to stammer out, her voice wavering slightly. "You can stay with me for as long as you need." She tries to sound reassuring and confident, but deep down, a part of her is terrified of what this means - what it will mean for them both if you end up staying longer than just a few days or weeks.

But she pushes those thoughts aside; there's no use dwelling on the future right now. For now, all that matters is taking care of you and making sure you feel safe and comfortable while you recover. "Just let me know when they discharge you, and I'

She unlocks the front door and leads you inside her cozy home. It's small but comfortable, filled with personal touches that make it feel like hers - vibrant paintings on the walls, carefully arranged books on every available surface, and a warmth that permeates every corner. "I've put fresh sheets on the sofa bed in my living room; you can sleep there until you find something better." Lise glances at your wheelchair, unsure how to maneuver it through the narrow hallway to get to the makeshift bedroom she set up for you.

"Here, let me show you," she offers, trying not to sound uncertain. Together, they navigate the tight space, carefully avoiding knocking into anything as they make their way toward the living room. Once they're there, Lise points out the amenities and helps position your chair near the bed before stepping back to give

Her jaw drops open as you casually stand up and take your first step toward her. Her eyes follow the fluid motion of your body, unable to believe what she's seeing. After several steps, it finally sinks in: not only can you walk, but you look healthier than ever before. For a moment, disbelief and hope war inside her chest, making it difficult for her to speak.

"O-Oh," is all she manages to say as you approach her, your expression mirroring the confusion she feels. A part of her wants nothing more than to throw her arms around you and never let go, but another part of her is still cautious, hesitant to get her hopes up only to have them crushed again.

Lise looks up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of what she should do now. The tension between them grows palpable, electricity crackling in the air

Her eyes fill with tears as she feels the warmth of your hand on her shoulder and cheek. A mixture of relief, gratitude, and hope wells up inside her, making it difficult to speak. For a moment, all she can do is stand there and take in the reality of having you back - stronger than ever before.

Finally, she manages to gather enough courage to meet your gaze once more. There's an intensity in your eyes that sends a shiver down her spine; it feels like everything they've been through together has brought them closer together in a way they never expected. And as much as it scares her, she doesn't want this newfound closeness to end.

Tentatively, she lifts her hand and places it gently on top of yours, feeling the strength in your fingers against hers. It's a small gesture, but it means everything to her. Maybe - just maybe -

Her eyes dart away for a moment, unable to meet yours as she tries to find the right words. "I-It's just... I never expected this," she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "To have you back like this... it's been such a rollercoaster, and I guess I don't really know what to do with myself now." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before looking up at you again. "But I'm grateful for it." There's an honesty in her words that leaves no room for misunderstanding; she means every single one of them.

The silence stretches between you, and for once, Lise doesn't feel the need to fill it with meaningless chatter or forced laughter. Instead, she stands there, reveling in the quiet peacefulness that comes from just being close to you like this. It feels good - right

As you move to lie down on the sofa bed, Lise lingers by your side, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and affection. The faint light of the moon spills in through the window, casting a soft glow over your face as you close your eyes, seemingly drifting off to sleep almost instantly. Despite her exhaustion from the long day, she can't quite bring herself to leave yet; there's something comforting about having you so close that she doesn't want to lose it just yet.

Carefully, she lies down next to you, making sure not to disturb you as she settles onto her side, facing away from you. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and lets sleep finally overtake her as well. In this moment, with the two of them lying together in perfect harmony, it's hard for Lise not to feel hopeful about what the future might hold... even

She blushes deeply, finding it impossible to meet your eyes as she admits the truth. "Yes... I did," her voice comes out soft and hesitant. "I couldn't help myself; you looked so peaceful, and it felt nice just being close to you." The admission slips out before she can censor herself, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn't expected.

She waits for your reaction, bracing herself for judgment or teasing, but when none comes, she finally musters the courage to look at you again. Your expression is gentle, almost curious, and it sends another shiver down her spine. It feels strange being this close to you again after all these years; familiar but also foreign. And despite the uncertainty that lingers between them, there's a tenderness in the air that she can't help but cherish.

A tiny smile plays on her lips as she listens to your words, reassurance flooding through her like warm sunshine after a long, cold winter. Despite everything that's happened and the distance between them, it feels good to know that you still care about her, even if it's only in this small way.

Her heart skips a beat as she wonders what might come next; whether or not there's a chance for something more between them now. But before she can dwell on it too much, she reminds herself to take things slow and enjoy the moment they share right here, right now.

Slowly and carefully, she moves even closer, nestling her body against yours until their skin is pressed together from shoulder to knee. The heat radiating off your bare chest sends a shiver through her, and she has to remind herself not to lean in any further or she might embarrass herself by admitting how much this small contact means to her.

Her heart skips another beat as she wonders what would happen if she were to kiss you right now - if it would feel the same as before, or completely different. The thought sends a thrill of anticipation through her, making it difficult for her not to show how much she's enjoying this closeness with you.

"Mayar?" she asks softly, biting her lip nervously. "What are we doing?"

Her cheeks flush at your direct question, but she can't deny the truth of her feelings any longer. "I like it too," she confesses in a small voice. The admission feels strangely liberating; for once, she doesn't have to hide her true emotions behind a mask of indifference or mocking sarcasm. It's strange how easily she opens up to you when you're not lying in the hospital bed, weak and helpless.

The silence stretches between them again, but this time it doesn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. Instead, there's a sense of peace, of understanding that seems to fill the air around them like a soft, warm blanket on a cold night. For now, all that matters is this closeness, and the hope that perhaps things might be different from now on.

The thought never even crossed her mind, but now that you mention it... she does feel warm and safe in your embrace. "No," she answers with a grateful smile, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist. "You're surprisingly warm." There's an almost flirtatious undertone to her words that makes her heart race even faster. She's always found you impossibly attractive and enigmatic, despite the fact that she's known you for so long. It feels strange and exhilarating to be able to act on these feelings now, without any of the old constraints weighing them down.

Carefully, she lifts her head to meet your eyes, searching for some sign of what you might be thinking or feeling at this moment. The air around them crackles with unspoken desire and possibility; anything could happen right now, if they were both brave enough to take that leap.

Her cheeks flush as you compliment her eyes; it's a side of him she'd almost forgotten existed. It's strange how something so simple and sweet can make her heart race like this, but there's no denying the effect your words have on her. She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to meet your gaze again without stuttering or blushing too much.

"T-Thank you," she manages to stammer out. "I've always thought yours were beautiful as well." It's a truth that's lingered in the back of her mind for years, ever since they were kids playing together at the beach. Now, finally able to say it aloud, she feels a strange sense of liberation washing over her, as if some invisible barrier has been broken and they can finally be honest with each other about how they really feel.

Her heart skips another beat

Her heart races as you ask to smell her perfume, the closeness between them growing more intense by the moment. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts and focus on your words. "O-Of course," she manages to stammer out, her voice sounding somehow different from before. "Here..."

Her heart is pounding in anticipation as she leans closer, exposing the delicate skin of her neck to you. She can feel the warmth of your breath on her skin, making it tingle and stand up on end. For a moment, all that matters is this connection they share, and the possibility of what might happen if they were to continue down this path together.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you bring your lips close enough to breathe her in, inhaling deeply before moving back to murmur, "Mmm... that smells amazing."

Blushing deeply, Lise ducks her head shyly, feeling the warmth spread across her cheeks at your compliment. "T-Thank you," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. It means so much to her that you appreciate these small things about her; it feels like they're finally on the same page, understanding each other in ways they never could before.

For what seems like an eternity, they stay like this, wrapped up in each other's arms, sharing breath and words and fleeting moments of connection that feel more real and raw than anything else they've ever shared. The future stretches out before them, unwritten and full of possibilities, but for now, all that matters is right here - the warmth of his body against hers, the way he makes her laugh and feel safe and wanted.

The soft caresses on her cheek send shivers down Lise's spine, and she can't help but close her eyes, relishing in the feel of his hand on her skin. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way - wanted and desirable. She smiles contentedly up at him, allowing herself to really enjoy this moment with him, no matter how brief or fragile it might be.

For now, all that matters is this closeness, the way they fit together like two halves of a whole. It's as if everything else in the world has faded away and there's only them, existing in their own little bubble where nothing can touch them or threaten to tear them apart again. In this moment, she feels more alive than ever before, and she knows deep down that she doesn't ever want it to end.

Blushing slightly, Lise glances away before nodding eagerly. "Yeah, I could eat something." She slips out of his embrace, standing up and stretching her arms above her head. "What do you feel like having?" she asks over her shoulder, the movement making her dress ride up a little higher on her thighs, exposing a sliver of skin beneath the lace of her underwear.

She busies herself in the kitchen, digging through cupboards and drawers in search of something they can both share. It feels oddly intimate to be cooking for him again; like they're back in the old days when she used to prepare meals for him every day after school. Despite knowing that things are different now, she can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as she thinks about it.

She nods, watching as you move to lie down on her couch again. Despite your protests that you're tired, she can tell you're still wired - the way you keep glancing over at her every few seconds, the energy practically crackling around you. She wants nothing more than for you to be comfortable and well-rested, but a part of her is worried that if she lies down next to you again, it'll only lead to more of the incredible closeness they shared earlier.

"Alright," she says softly, finally deciding on something else they could do while you wait for sleep to claim you. "You rest up, and I'll watch a movie or something." With one last glance in your direction, she makes her way over to the TV stand and begins browsing through the selection of DVDs, searching for something that'll hold her interest without being too stimulating.

She settles down on the couch, curling up beneath a soft blanket and nestling a pillow under her arm. The TV flickers to life with the familiar logo of a romantic comedy; not her usual choice, but she's hoping that the cheesy predictability will lull her into sleep as easily as it does for so many others.

As she watches the characters on-screen find love and happiness amidst all their misadventures, she can't help but wonder how things might have been different for you if you had stayed in the States like you planned. Would you still be married to that woman? Would you even remember her now? The thought makes her heart ache with an old, familiar pain, and she resolves to not let herself dwell on it too much. Instead, she focuses on the warmth of her body and the comforting rhythm of the TV in the background as sleep finally begins to

Her eyes snap open, disoriented and panicked at the sound of your voice whispering her name in the darkness. It takes her a moment to remember where she is - on the couch in the living room, watching a movie while you slept. The fear fades as quickly as it came, replaced by an unexpected wave of warmth that spreads through her at the sound of your voice.

She leans forward, peering over at you and noticing that you're still fast asleep. The soft light from the TV casts a gentle glow across your face, making it look almost angelic as you sleep peacefully. Unable to resist the urge to get closer, she climbs onto the couch beside you, careful not to disturb or wake you. With a contented sigh, she curls up against your side, one arm draped across your chest, and closes her eyes once more.

A soft noise escapes her throat as she feels your arm snake around her waist, pulling her even closer against your body. Despite the fact that you're still technically asleep, she can't help but smile contentedly into the darkness. It feels so good to be this close to you again; like nothing has changed since the last time you were here. And for now, as long as she can keep pretending that everything is normal and right in the world, she'll take what she can get.

Her breathing grows steady and deep, matching the rhythm of your chest against her ear, until finally sleep claims them both once more.

My heart skips a beat as I hear your voice calling out for me in the darkness, but before I can say anything, you roll over and snuggle closer to me. The warmth of your body and the familiar scent of your skin surround me like a comforting blanket, lulling me back into a restless sleep. In this moment, with you so close, it's hard to believe that everything has changed between us; that our lives are no longer what they once were.

But as the darkness recedes and dawn breaks through the window, I know that we can't stay like this forever. There are still unanswered questions and uncertain futures ahead of us. For now though, with my head on your chest and your arm wrapped around me, it feels like everything might just be alright.

I smile softly down at him as he slowly begins to stir awake. "Nothing much," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just couldn't bring myself to sleep without you here." Even as the words leave my mouth, they feel like a confession - an admission of something deeper than simple affection.

As he blinks up at me blearily from beneath his eyelashes, I can see him wrestling with what he heard in that brief moment between sleep and wakefulness. Whatever it was, I hope it gives him pause - makes him think about us differently than before. Because whether we realize it or not, everything has changed.

I smile shyly up at him as he pulls me closer, his touch sending warmth spreading through my entire body. "I didn't want to," I admit quietly, the honesty ringing true even to my own ears. There's so much more I could say - about how being with him feels right or how it comforts me to know he's close by - but for now, this small moment of closeness is enough.

He studies my face for a long moment, searching for some hint of what I'm feeling beneath all the uncertainty and fear. His thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek makes my heart skip a beat; it feels like he's saying everything he needs to without even speaking.

I close my eyes as the touch of his thumb sends sparks dancing across my skin. "Thank you," I whisper, the words barely audible against the silence that hangs between us like a thick blanket. It's been so long since we've been this close - truly and honestly close without any walls or barriers to protect us. And despite all the uncertainty that still lingers between us, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment; grateful for the chance to rediscover who we are when we're together like this.

His fingers trail lower, tracing the outline of my bottom lip before dipping beneath to caress the sensitive skin behind my earlobe. Shivers race down my spine at his touch; it feels like he's mapping out my entire body with his fingertips, claiming every inch as his own.

I part my lips slightly, inviting him closer,

I hesitate before answering, searching for the right words to express what I'm feeling. "I don't think we can go back to being just friends," I finally say, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. "But... I don't know what that means either." There's a hint of pleading in my tone as I meet his gaze, hoping he understands the depth of emotion behind my words.

His thumb slides between my lips, tracing lazy circles across my bottom lip. "I feel the same way," he whispers. "But maybe we can figure it out together." His eyes hold mine as he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. My heart races in my chest as I wait for him to make the next move, hoping that no matter what happens from here on out, we'll be able to

My heart lurches in my chest as you confess your feelings, and it takes every bit of courage I have not to break down sobbing right there. Instead, I force a smile, unable to believe that you could feel anything remotely like love for me after everything we've been through. But when I see the hopeful expression on your face, the way you look at me as if I'm the only person in the world who matters... how can I deny it?

"I..." My voice catches in my throat as I struggle to find the right words. "I think I might feel something similar for you too." The admission comes out in a barely audible whisper, but the truth of it shines through nonetheless. For now, that's enough. We have time to figure things out together, and hopefully along the way we can untangle all these tangled feelings and find our way back

I hesitate, searching for the right words to convey how I feel about you. "I think..." My voice cracks, and I swallow hard before trying again. "Yes," I whisper. "Yes, I love you too." There, it's out in the open now, echoing between us like a small but powerful truth that cannot be denied. For a moment, we are lost in each other's eyes, two people who have traveled through time and heartache only to find themselves together again, stronger and more certain of their feelings than ever before.

A shy smile spreads across my face as I lean in closer, my lips meeting yours in a gentle brush that speaks louder than any words ever could. With this confession, we have crossed an invisible threshold; there is no going back now, only moving forward together toward whatever lies ahead for us.

I smile up at him as he confesses his long-held feelings, my heart swelling with a mix of happiness and gratitude. The idea that he's loved me for so long takes some adjustment; it feels like a dream, too good to be true after everything we've been through. "I think... maybe I felt something similar even before that," I admit with a shy laugh. "But I never knew how to express it or even what it meant. It just felt right, being with you."

We lie there together for a while longer, basking in the glow of our newfound understanding and love. There are still questions to be answered, hurdles to overcome, but for now we can cherish this moment of peace and clarity before facing whatever challenges await us in the future.

As your tongue teases mine, a shiver races down my spine and spreads through my entire body. With every brush of our lips and every caress of our tongues, it becomes harder to deny the intensity of this connection we share. The feel of your arms wrapped around me, holding me close, is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; a sense of belonging and security that makes my heart soar with hope for what lies ahead.

As we continue to explore each other in this intimate embrace, the weight of the past seems to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of happiness and contentment. It's as if all the time we spent apart was merely a prelude to this moment; a necessary journey that led us both back to where we truly belonged - together.

I pause, taking a deep breath to collect my thoughts as I consider this question. So many things come to mind - the way you make me laugh until I can't breathe, your passion for life and the way you always strive to be the best version of yourself. But if I had to pick just one thing, it would be your courage. You have faced so much adversity in your life with such strength and resilience; it's incredibly inspiring and something that I truly admire about you. To love you is to love all of those things, and more.

Your words warm my heart, making it swell with love and gratitude for you. It means so much to me that you see all those things in me, that I'm able to touch your heart in the same way that you do mine. Sometimes, when we're together like this, it feels as if the entire world fades away and there's only you and me; two people connected by an invisible thread that binds us together forever.

As our emotions rise and fall with each passing moment, one thing remains constant - the undeniable connection that we share. It's what brought us back together in the end, despite all the obstacles and hurt that stood in our way. And now that we've found each other again, I know without a doubt that nothing will ever keep us apart.

We've spent so much time talking about our feelings and the past that I think it might be nice to start looking toward the future. Where do you see yourself going from here? Any new dreams or goals that you want to pursue now that we have each other? And what about me? How can we navigate this new chapter in our lives together while still maintaining some semblance of independence? There's so much we could discuss; I hope we don't run out of things to say anytime soon.

My heart swells with warmth at your words; the thought of you dedicating yourself to my happiness is both overwhelming and incredibly touching. But I want you to know that I want to share in your ambitions as well. We don't have to do everything together, but we can support each other from afar and celebrate each other's successes just the same. Together, I truly believe that there is nothing we can't achieve.

My heart skips a beat at your words; they send shivers racing down my spine as they echo through me like the sweetest music. I've never felt so loved and wanted before, and it takes everything in me not to show just how much those three little words mean to me. As you look into my eyes, your thumb continues to trace lazy circles across my bottom lip, making it impossible for me not to smile back.

"I love you too," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. It feels like we're standing on the precipice of something new and terrifying; the future spreading out before us in all its infinite possibilities. But with you by my side, I can face whatever comes our way - together.

My heart pounds in my chest as the words escape your lips; it's like everything else fades away except for you and this single, all-consuming moment. My gaze drops to your left hand, unconsciously searching for a ring or some other sign of your proposal. When I see none, I look back up at you, uncertainty written across my face.

"Are you serious?" I whisper. "Do you really want that?"

My heart skips a beat as I take in your words; it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room and I'm left floating on a wave of emotions that threatens to overwhelm me. The idea of spending my life with you, promising to love and cherish you until the end of time...it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. But as I look into your eyes, I see nothing but sincerity and love reflected back at me, and somehow that gives me the strength to find my voice again.

"I would be honored," I whisper hoarsely. "But are you sure this is what you want? We've only just found each other again... We should take things slow."

I search your face for any sign of uncertainty, but all I see is confidence and determination; a man who knows exactly what he wants and isn't afraid to go after it. It's an incredibly intoxicating quality, and I can feel myself falling deeper under your spell with every passing moment.

As my heart pounds in my chest, I nod slowly, unable to find the words to express just how much this means to me. But despite the nervousness and uncertainty that still lingers at the edges of my joy, there's one thing I am absolutely certain of: You are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, and if you truly feel the same way...well, then nothing else matters.

My heart feels like it's soaring; the thrill of your proposal sending shivers racing down my spine and making me feel more alive than I ever have before. The thought of standing beside you, promising to spend forever with you...well, there's no question about it. It's what I've always wanted deep down inside. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I agree." Now all that remains is to say those three little words and make it official.