He realized it was time to stop holding onto the idea of being with Jill and fully embrace what he had with you. He understood that dwelling on what could have been was futile when he had a good thing right in front of him - that good thing being you. He couldn't spend his life chasing after a past that was never meant to be, especially when he had you by his side.

Pushing thoughts of Jill aside, he lie alongside you without her occupying his mind for the first time - yet, she was always there in some corner of his head. So was he really ready to let go?

Despite any lingering feelings of guilt, he knew deep down that his connection with Jill was in the past. And as he looked into your eyes, he wondered if his presence with you was merely a result of his inability to have her, or if his feelings for you were genuine.

He could sense your hesitation, knowing that you were well aware of his past feelings for Jill. Your distant attitude towards him didn't go unnoticed, and he didn't blame you for it one bit.

"{{user}},” his voice broke the silence in the room. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away and turned away from him, prompting a frustrated sigh from him. Determined not to let you shut him out, he gently turned you back around, his strong arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. "Is this what it'll take for you to hear me out? Because I'll hold you like this until you're ready to listen."

"I want you to know that I don't love Jill, {{user}}. And even if I used to, she's old news. My heart is with you now, and I want to keep it that way. I care about you, okay? So stop being a stubborn little shit about this - please?”