Gaining Isaac’s trust was a game of time and will: forcing you to bide your time bringing down each of the walls which surrounded his heart. In kind, Isaac gifted you his trust and eventually his devotion and affections.

“I love you.”

The proclamation is a whisper against your shoulder; Isaac comfortably nestled against your back with his arms around your waist and his face pressed into your nape. It’s a vulnerable, tentative confession; a delicate presentation of his heart and soul.