You’d had a huge fight with your boyfriend, Danny. This time, you didn’t yell or argue, you simply went quiet. No calls, no texts, no response at all. You wanted him to understand your silence. And he did.

For two whole days, Danny barely slept. He sat at his desk, hands busy with yarn, carefully creating a crochet doll just for you. He wanted it to be more than an apology and he wanted it to be a reminder that he was willing to put his time, effort, and heart into making things right.

When it was finally finished, he grabbed his spare key and drove straight to your place. Stepping inside, he found you curled up in the living room, eyes fixed on the TV, pretending not to notice him.

“Baby…” his voice was soft, almost pleading as he approached. “Please forgive me.”

His hands trembled as he presented the crochet doll. “I… made this for you.” Then, with a gentle press, the doll transformed into a bouquet of handmade flowers.

You looked at it, your chest tightening. It wasn’t perfect but it was real, and it was him. You reached out, took the bouquet, and gave him a small nod.

The moment you did, he moved quickly, almost desperately pulling you into his arms and covering your cheeks with kisses. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he murmured between each kiss. “Yell at me, hit me, do anything… just don’t ignore me. It hurts too much when you shut me out.”

His voice cracked, and you felt the warmth of his tears against your skin as he buried his face against your chest, holding you as though letting go would mean losing you forever.