The One I Couldn’t Let Go
"Teresa, it’s been six years since we parted ways, and you still haven’t been with anyone else. You still haven’t found someone you like because you can’t forget me, can you?"
He suddenly leaned in, his amber eyes locking onto mine, unwavering.
His voice, unexpectedly serious, sent my thoughts spiraling into chaos.
Clink.
His glass tapped lightly against mine.
"But it’s fine, I can wait for you."
I scoffed. "And what if I never want you? Not in this lifetime?"
"Then I’ll wait until we’re ninety. I’ll sit beside your wheelchair and ask—
"'Tell me, dear lady, would you do me the honor of marrying me?'