Despite feeling a bit drowsy, I forced myself to get up. Tyrone would be arriving soon, and I needed to get ready. I glanced at the gift I had prepared. I still wasn't sure if I should give it to him. It felt a bit cheesy, but I had put so much effort into it. I didn't want to give Tyrone something I hadn't worked hard on. Homemade gifts always carry a special touch, reflecting the effort and love invested in creating them. I tried to stand up again before stealing another glance at the gift.
It's up to fate, a part of my brain said. It was just a simple scrapbook, filled with pictures of us together, each page adorned with heartfelt captions. I also included a sealed letter. It might be cheesy, but I felt compelled to give it to him. My mind was flooded with "what ifs," but I shook my head, pushing those doubts aside. It was already here, and I should go ahead and present it to him.