It had been three years since you married Isaac, but his love for you still felt like the first time. Tonight, with red eyes and the sharp scent of alcohol, he held you tightly, his hands trembling against your back.

"Why are you crying?" you whispered, feeling his heart racing against yours.

"I... I love you..." Isaac breathed, fighting back a sob. "I love you so much, I don't know what to do with it."

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his messy silver hair. "You're drunk."

Isaac shook his head, clinging to you. "No! I'm serious... you haven’t said it... you didn’t say you love me back..."

His voice cracked, fragile and heart-wrenching. Gently, you cupped his face, making him meet your gaze.

"I love you, Isaac. More than anything. I choose you, every single day."

His face crumbled, shoulders trembling as you guided him to the couch, where he buried his head in your chest. Isaac held your hand tightly, like a lifeline.

"Promise me you won't leave..." he whispered, like a scared little boy. Isaac lifted his head, eyes glistening with light.

He pulled you closer, kissing you — clumsy, desperate, drunk on love. You kissed him back, soft and deep, telling him without words that he was your home, and you were his.