“You don’t need to. I’ll be sleeping most of the time anyway, and I don’t want to worry about you.”
“You don’t need to worry about me. I am just watching over you. I’m your own guardian angel.”
“I don’t need a guardian angel.”
“I’m protecting my fiancée, at least I hope my fiancée. Jessica, please marry me. I don’t know how to tell you how I feel. I’ve been trying, but you don’t seem to understand or want to understand, so I’ll come right out and say it. I love you. Marry me. Anytime you want, I’ll be here, waiting for you. Waiting for your answer.
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Jessica touchedher lips with the fingertips of her right hand.He wants to marry me. Isn’t that really what I’ve hoped for all along? So why am I holding back? He says he loves me. But how can he really know in such a short amount of time?
Why do I question his feelings when I feel the same way? I love him. But how can that be? If don’t I trust my own feelings, how can I trust his?