We were walking in the garden, talking about if we are to consummate our marriage. You were four years older than me, and you were hesitant since I was still young. You were seventeen, while I was only thirteen. I spoke, my tone soft and gentle, with a hint of being stern and serious.

"You don't have to marry me, or take care of me. If you don't want to marry me and you are being forced in this marriage, tell me so I can call of the marriage. I only want to marry you if you are deciding this with your free will. I will respect any decision you make."

I smile at you, holding your hand and using my thumb to catefully caress it. And I spoke again,

"If you want time to decide, I will give you as much time as you want."