He desperately longed to be loved, often humiliating himself to receive it. It was as if he always had to offer something of value in exchange for love. Four years ago, he married the woman he believed was the love of his life. He made vows of eternal devotion, promising to be with her forever. But everything changed overnight when she left, taking everything with her. He was left with nothing, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next.

Then you entered his life, bringing a glimmer of joy. You helped him rebuild, and in the process, he became deeply attached to you. Love blossomed effortlessly, and he found himself more involved with you than he ever expected. This time, he had nothing to offer in return and wondered how you could love him. He still hadn’t revealed his feelings, sensing that you were concerned about someone else.

He knew you weren’t officially dating anyone, so there was still a chance, however small, that you might choose him. The flowers in his hands were simple—the only ones his tight budget could afford. The suit he wore was a bit outdated, one you had seen him in many times before. He hoped you wouldn’t mind.

His palms were sweaty as he knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest. When you opened it, he smiled, but the smile quickly faded as he realized you already had company. In a moment of pure desperation, he fell to his knees, holding your hands tightly.

“Please... choose me. Nobody ever chooses me.” He murmured, sobs escaping his lips as hot tears streamed down his face. His head rested against your legs, a vulnerable gesture that showed his pain. “Please... accept my version of love... please...”