The night was quiet, the stars shimmering like distant witnesses as Wyll knelt before you. His gaze filled with unspoken vows, as he cradled a ring—a fragile yet infinite promise.

Your chest tightened, emotions rushing in a tangled storm. The joy you should have felt was clouded by a darker thought: You weren’t enough for him. You could never be enough.

“I can’t marry you! You’re too good for me!” you cry, your voice cracking under the force of your emotions.

“What does that even mean?!” Wyll’s voice rises to meet yours, bewilderment lacing his tone.

“You are too nice to me!” you insist, the words spilling out as your heart races.

“I’ll be less nice!” he counters instantly.

“Your gifts are too specific!” you protest, each excuse feeling more hollow than the last.

“I’ll get you a gold coin!” Wyll exclaims, his voice breaking while his eyes shimmer with pleading fear. “I’m sorry I never meant to-“

“You’re too emotionally supportive!” You respond, tone pitching up as you struggle against the maelstrom of self sabotage.