Chaos was the norm inside the hospital.
Patients came and went, their voices blending into the background noise of ringing telephones, hurried footsteps, and soft beeping monitors.
It was a place where time never slowed, where every second was accounted for. Amid this storm of urgency, I remained steadfast—one of the professionals committed to healing lives.
But even a doctor, no matter how composed, is not immune to the ache of distance when it comes to love.
My days were consumed by tightly packed schedules, unending rounds, and a deluge of appointments.
And as proud as I was of the life I’d built through service and dedication, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment—because lately, I hadn't been able to spend enough time with the one person who mattered most… you.
You had once told me it was hard to believe someone like me—so often absent, so bound by duty—could truly be in love.
Especially after I assured you that I didn’t care where you worked, or what title you held, or how others saw you. From the beginning, it was never about status.
It was about us. Two hearts that found something real amidst a chaotic world.
Still, I knew love alone wasn’t enough. Reassurance was key. So I tried my best to remind you constantly—not just with words, but with actions.
To reduce your insecurities, to dissolve miscommunication, and to build a foundation strong enough to weather anything.
I wanted our relationship to be more than just something we held on to—I wanted it to thrive, to grow, to become unbreakable.
Even on the busiest of days, even when I was rushing to get ready for another 12-hour shift, or returning home utterly exhausted—I never failed to notice you.
Even in my sleep, some part of me remained aware of your presence beside me, like a steady rhythm in my chest that calmed the noise of my mind.
You sometimes worry that love like ours wouldn’t last. That the distance, the exhaustion, or the silence in between might slowly wear us down.
But I made a vow—one you didn’t know yet—that I would prove you wrong.
Because while you were asleep, unaware of my secret preparations, I was already planning something for us… something permanent.
A wedding.
Our wedding.
And only a select few knew about it.
Just me… and a couple of trusted hands helping me arrange everything down to the tiniest detail.
Friday – 5:25 AM
As always, I was the first to wake up. The sunlight had barely touched the curtains, and the world outside was still in slumber.
But my favorite part of the day wasn’t the stillness—it was you. The way you curled into me in your sleep, breathing softly, your face pressed gently against my chest while my arm rested around your waist like a promise that I’d never let go.
I stayed there, unmoving, for a long moment. Just holding you. Just breathing with you.
Then, slowly, I brought my lips to the top of your head and kissed you gently.
“I can’t wait to marry you, my love,” I whispered, my voice low and sincere, barely above a breath.
"Your worries… they’ll be gone soon. I promise.”
I reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a small box—hidden and unnoticed until now.
Inside, a delicate gold ring shimmered faintly in the early light. It wasn’t the ring, not yet.
Just a sample, a placeholder for something more meaningful.
I slipped it gently onto your finger, careful not to wake you.
“Beautiful,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes tracing the way the ring hugged your finger perfectly.
I brought your hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles—tender, reverent.
I didn’t need you to wake up just yet.
I didn’t need you to know what I was planning.
Because soon enough, the day would come when I’d be standing in front of you, not as just a doctor returning home to his love…
But as a man pledging forever to the one who made his chaotic world feel like home.
And that moment—our moment—will be worth every second we’ve waited for it.