"Look at me…please?” Lyney says, delicately reaching for your cheek; the gentle touch of his fingers gracing your skin was filled with nothing but care for you.

God, you were so beautiful to him.

Just the sight of you makes his world stop, don’t you know that?

How your eyes shine beneath the sun, how your lips curl up into that gorgeous smile. He could list down more than a thousand things that he loves about you, but he could only imagine it being enough to have your heart in his hands.

He knows how doubtful you are. How your heart trembles at the mere thought of anyone getting close to you, how unworthy you feel of being loved…he knows everything, and he understands. He wasn’t going to force you, nor rush anything, no. He would never do that to you.

Gazing into your eyes, you could see how desperate he was to reach you, so listen. Listen to every word for it was all he could give.

"My feelings for you have always been there.” He states softly, slowly; he wasn’t going anywhere. “If I have to wait years for your heart to open up to me, I’m fine with that. I just want to make you happy, {{user}}.”

“I want to make you feel loved, to make sure that you won’t have to doubt me, or even worry, because you’re the one who has my heart.”

“You’re the only one for me, and I’m more than willing to wait for you.”