Sometimes, all the fancy words in the world can’t beat one heartfelt sentence.
“Is that really what you think?
That I’m just some woman who doesn’t care?”
“No, never.
I’ve never seen you like that.
You’re with me because you care, because there’s a place for me in your heart.
And I’ve got a spot for you in mine.”
“Andrew, I’m with you because you’re amazing.
I like you…
a lot.”
I nodded, then quietly leaned into her chest for comfort.
“I know if you didn’t like me, you’d never be here with me.”
“I’m glad you get that.
When you hugged me…
I thought about pushing you away.
But I couldn’t do it.
I didn’t want to hurt you, so I stayed.”
“I know how you feel, Sophia.
And I hope you know how I feel, too.
I’ve fallen for you—everything about you.
I could lose everything else, as long as I have you.”
“You’re making me emotional, seriously.
But I never expected to stay with you forever.
You’re young, smart, you’ll meet someone much better than me.
I’m not good enough for you.”
“No,” I said, my voice rising, “I won’t love anyone else.
You’re my whole world.
Just having you by my side makes me happy.”
“You really are my little man.
You’re making my heart ache…
I could cry from what you just said.”
“Sophia, I mean every word.”
“I know you do.
You’ve never lied to me.”
“One day, I want to marry you, make you my wife.
In my heart, you already are.”
“Andrew, you can’t think that way.
I’m not wife material for you—not now, not ever.”
“Why not?
You don’t want to be my wife?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to.
You’re wonderful…
I’m not right for you.”
“I don’t get it.
If you really like me, why can’t we be together for real?”
“You’ll understand later.
Just trust me.”
“I can take in everything else you say.
But not this.
I won’t agree with you about this.”
“Listen to me.
I’ve been married before.
I’ve seen things.
Right now, this might feel like love for you, but life has a way of changing people’s hearts.
Someday, you’ll look back and see—I only said this to protect you.”
“All I know is, I’ve fallen for you.”
“I know, Andrew.
I see that.
Don’t overthink it.
Just hold me.
I love the way it feels when you do.
It makes me feel safe, loved.”
“Let me hold you, Sophia.”
“When you wrap your arms around me, I can feel your love.
I know your heart cares for me.”
“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“Same here.
I just want you, my sweet little man, to be happy every single day.”
“Thank you, Sophia.
I’m so lucky to have you.”Sophia smiled blissfully, falling asleep in my arms like she had nothing to worry about.
I flicked on the light and looked down at her sleeping face—it was peaceful, almost glowing.
That moment, everything just felt right.
In her, I found comfort.
I found love.
She became the center of my world, a piece I never knew I was missing until she fit right in.
Only when I hold her like this do I feel like she’s really mine.
And yet, I dread the sunrise.
Once morning comes, she’ll be gone from my embrace again.
So I let myself look at her just a little longer.
While she’s still mine, I want to remember everything—her smile, her scent, even the mess of her hair.
She slept deeply, with this dreamy smile on her face, like she was off in some beautiful dream.
I hoped it was a dream about me.
Took a quick shower, then slipped back into bed.
When she stirred and caught me watching her, she smiled, sweet and a little teasing.
“You’re up?”
I grinned.
“Yeah, even took a shower.
Was kinda hoping to wait and drag you with me, but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.”
“We literally took a bath together last night.” She poked my forehead, smirking.
“You’re seriously too much sometimes.”
“Hey, I’m still young.
If I don’t think about stuff like this now, when should I?
You don’t want me to hit forty and be all imagination, no action, right?
Guys fear nothing more than lying in bed next to a gorgeous woman, practically drooling, but totally useless.
That’s a nightmare.”
She laughed.
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I’m just being real.
Women don’t want a guy who’s all talk either.
Honestly, people always say couples split over personality differences or growing apart.
Reality?
A lot of it’s…
you know, physical things not working.”
“Oh?
And what kind of things are we talking about?” she teased.
I rolled over, pulling her under me with a sly grin.
“Things like this.”
“Stop messing around!
We’ve got work, remember?”
She scolded me like a wife would, fussing while trying to push me off.
I kissed her forehead and jumped out of bed, got dressed in seconds.
She stayed curled up under the blanket, not budging.
I slipped my hand under the covers—she was warm, cozy.
“You’re the one who told me to get up.
And now look at you, all snuggled in.”
As I said it, I pinched her thigh gently.
She squealed and shot me a glare.
“How am I supposed to get up if you won’t leave first?”
“We literally shared a bed last night, and now you’re shy again?”
“It’s not the same, okay?
I was drunk last night—I don’t even remember how I ended up here.
Bet you stayed on purpose, just looking for an excuse to keep me.”