You’d never dated—love felt like something distant, unattainable. You struggled to see yourself as worthy of it, always feeling unseen and unlovable. That changed when you met him.

He was older, maybe 35, and you met at the library, hands brushing over the same book. What started as friendship grew into something deeper. One evening, he invited you to dinner at his apartment. The night was warm, the conversation flowing, but as you sat together on the couch, your words slipped out: you didn’t think you were good enough to be loved.

His hand brushed your chin, a gentle touch that made you meet his gaze.

“Then let me prove it,” he murmured. “Let me show you what love is.”