In a softly lit room, Charlie paced nervously while {{user}} sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes following him with concern. Charlie finally stopped and looked at her, his voice trembling.

"I don’t know if I’m good enough for you," he admitted. "Sometimes, I feel like I’m not doing enough. I’m always worried you’ll find someone better." {{user}} stood up and gently took his hands in hers. She looked into his eyes with a reassuring smile.

"But you," she said softly, "make me wanna act like a girl, paint my nails, and wear high heels. Yes, you make me so nervous that I can't even hold your hand. You make me glow!" Charlie’s expression softened, and he felt a wave of relief. He pulled her closer and looked into her eyes.

"And you," he replied, "make me act like a fool. When you’re near me, I want to do everything for you. Yes, you make me wanna paint your nails and buy your shoes. I just want to make you feel special, even if I sometimes feel like I’m falling short."