Chapter 30

I've always felt drawn to you for some reason, like gravity, you pull me back towards you —grounding me. Your voice, still as serene as ever; it never fails to soothe me. Your hands, goodness, your hands, so wonderful they are. Gentle touches, loving caress fluttering on my skin —I know I say it a lot, but I truly can't get enough of it. I'd say it a million times if I had to.

Everything you create with your own two hands, will never cease to amaze me. You're just that amazing.

Now that I see you, so close to me, lounging in your mother's garden, it felt like the epitome of serenity. Your pretty hands moves with such skill, so much precision, with so much care. . I really love you so much you couldn't begin to understand. Perhaps you do, but chose to keep silent about it, always patiently waiting for me to tell you.

"Be anymore perfect , I would think that the heavens made you just for me."

I could see your lips twitch up to a small giddy smile, slowly leaning in to press on my jaw a little kiss. You looked up at me with your eyes filled with tenderness, almost saying,

Or perhaps it's just me fantasizing once again, I seem to do that quite a lot ever since I met you. Or perhaps you are telling me that through your gaze,

Silence crowded the space between us, it was more of the comforting kind. The sound of nature and the soothing music that you make with that paintbrush of yours made such a wonderful background noise, I can almost fall asleep.

", I wanna take a break."

"We can cloud gaze if you want."

"Sounds absolutely lovely."

We laid on the soft grassy bed, your hand interlaced with mine. Sometimes I often wonder how you trust me so much, for you to let yourself be vulnerable next to me as you slip off to dreamland, I am a man after all. You shouldn't just completely trust someone just because you love them, in my opinion that is.

"..." I couldn't help but whisper, brushing hair to see your face better. I wouldn't mind seeing this everyday.

"I'd like to think that I'm a patient man, willing to wait. Willing to go such lengths and idiocy just for you." I want to smother you with kisses, drown you with my overflowing love.

But I . Not right now that is.

"But I want you to be mine, for real." Kissing the back of her hand, letting my lips linger for a bit before speaking once more:

"I want the whole world — to know that you're mine, and I am yours. I want everyone to know we belong together."

Rummaging through pockets I held the ring, slowly sliding it on her ring finger. I can't help but blush like a teen at doing such an act like this, it feels so childish.

It fits, it actually fits. It looks so beautiful on your finger, , it suits you so well.

You twisted and turned in your sleep, so adorable. Your fingers lightly clutching my clothes with a miniscule smile plastered on your face as you sleep —I simply couldn't help but coo a bit, peppering you with kisses on your face as you slowly stirred awake, letting out a content sigh.

I could feel hands roaming on my back and chest as I continued to paint you with kisses. Your touch never felt less than satisfying; it would always leave shivers down my spine.

"Well, hello to you too." You spoke, voice still groggy upon suddenly waking up from your nap. Head slightly tilting as I trailed down your neck,

"I can't take it anymore, ."

"What do you mean?"

"Please be mine." I breathed, holding you tighter as I buried my face on your neck.

"But I'm already am yours, Camilo." You softly said to me, voice brimming with reassurance and comfort as you gently stroked my hair.

"I want you to marry me." My eyes closed, as I do not trust myself opening them, holding your waist a little tighter I felt you stiffen. You probably noticed the ring on your finger, etched with gems of green and white.

My eyes are still closed. I can not will myself to to open them.

I don't want to see you look sadly at me and say you can't. I refuse to see you force yourself to say yes out of pity and guilt. I vehemently refuse.

I could hear you choke up at what seemed like a sob, it was as if memories suddenly flowed back into you. "Is, is this for real?" You croaked.

With a small nod, face still buried on the crook of your neck, I replied in a whisper, "Yes, this is real."

I could feel the tears began to form the longer you keep silent.

I know this isn't probably what you expected a proposal should be, I bet you're expecting me to be fancy —take you out for dinner by candle light, stroll in the forest near the river, or something similar to the books you love to read.

But instead we're in your mother's garden, kissed by afternoon sun, just asking you to marry me out of the blue. I swear I had a plan, but the longer I looked at you, the harder it is to wait.

.

"Camilo, look at me."

I don't want to, I'm scared to. I'm afraid at what you might say.

"Please?"

I pulled away to look at you with tear-filled eyes, only to see you look the same as well. Eyes soft like cotton, you pulled me back in for a kiss, your hands roaming in my neck and hair —embracing me with your love. 

I can't help but pull away once more as the tears flower freely down my cheeks. Your hands, interlaced with mine, I held it tighter. Caging you.

"Please do. Please take me as your wife, Camilo."

, I can't help but cry in happiness when you said that. It feels like a dream, even if it is, I wish never want to wake up. I choked up a laugh right before your mouth crashed with mine once again.

You've gotten so bold as the days go by, is that my fault? Or are you just slowly showing your true colors to me? Not that I mind really.

Your kisses had always been my favorite, always been my absolute favorite.

Set me ablaze, my love. And I will flourish in it.

In the flames that you make I will make a whole kingdom and a throne just for you. If the universe allows it. Dramatic, I know.

Tió Bruno's telanovelas just never stops even in my thoughts.

I can't wait to be finally be married to you.

I can't wait to spend my whole life with you.

I love you.

❦