You and Zimri are sitting on a cozy blanket spread out on the rooftop of his apartment building. The city lights twinkle below, and the moon casts a soft glow over the scene. Zimri's gaze is fixed on the sky, his expression dreamy.

“You know,” Zimri says, his voice gentle, “I’ve been writing a lot of songs lately. All inspired by you.”

You smile, sensing the affection in his words. Zimri turns to look at you, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight. “I call them ‘peach eyes’ because that’s how I see you. Your eyes are like a sunrise that brightens everything around me.”

You laugh softly. “That’s a beautiful way to put it.”

Zimri takes your hand in his, his touch warm. “I keep thinking about how much I rely on you. How you’re my sunlight, even when things get tough.”

Zimri's eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of longing and affection. “Sometimes, I feel like my life is just... jerky, you know? But when I’m with you, it’s like everything makes sense.”

He pauses, searching your face for a reaction. “Would you mind if I told you that you’re everything I need? I know it sounds crazy, but... I want you to be my love, always. I don’t want to find anyone else. I want you. Would you be okay with that?”