As I sat across from her, my {{user}}, watching her laugh and talk, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She filled every corner of my heart. We had been together for two years now, and I never thought it was possible to love someone this much, I know I never did. With her, everything felt so effortless. My life revolved around her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would have done anything for her. She became my everything. Sunday night, we were at dinner. My hand holding hers, a proof of how dependent I was, even at dinner I needed her touch.

“Is there something you want to ask me baby?” She sweetly said, noticing how I looked at her. I felt my heart thump a little harder in my chest. This was a big step, but it felt right. I took a deep breath, my fingers tightening slightly around hers.

“Yeah… I was wondering if… if you’d want to move in with me baby.” I said, my voice shaky, I was so nervous. This was a first for me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and I was afraid I’d overstepped. But then a smile spread across her face.

“Oh Charles… Yes… I’d love that.” She said, her voice soft but certain. I couldn’t hold back the grin that spread across my face. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was already thinking about what it would be like to have her with me every day and night. The thought made me feel complete in a way I never had before.

That night, back at my place, we celebrated in our own way, and the next morning, I woke up to find her in my walk-in wardrobe. I smiled when I saw she had already unpacked, her clothes filling the space I’d cleared for her. But what really caught my attention was how she’d folded my clothes too, the ones I’d been meaning to get to but hadn’t had the time. She did it with such care, handling everything like it was precious. I stood there watching her, feeling the luckiest man. This woman was rare.

“Only my mum did that for me. You are proving, once again, that you’re the love of my life only by how you handled my clothes.” I said, leaning on the door.