Can we pretend it doesn't exist?

Flash Back 

The living room was bathed in soft light, the curtains letting the last light of the day filter through. Sitting comfortably on the couch, Donovan and I held each other closely, our hands intertwined as if they never wanted to let go. The crackling of the fire in the fireplace filled the air with a warm and comforting atmosphere.

I turned my head to look at him, captivated by the glint in his eyes as he smiled tenderly at me. It was in these moments that I felt fully alive, surrounded by the love and support of this extraordinary man by my side.

"Donovan," I whispered softly, breaking the silence in the room.

He turned his gaze towards me, his eyes sparkling with tender curiosity. "Yes my love?"

I bit my lower lip, searching for words carefully. "I...I want to write an album about you. Because I want the world to know how special you are to me."

A beaming smile lit up Donovan's face, his arms wrapping me in a warm embrace. "Really?" he whispered, his voice tinged with palpable emotion. "I don't know what to say... It's so beautiful.

I wanted this album to be a reflection of my love for Donovan. He deserved it because he had done so much for me.

A burst of laughter escaped my lips as Donovan hurriedly got up from the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's go then! We have work to do," he declared excitedly.

I gave him a knowing look before getting up and following him to the coffee table, where he had gathered sheets of paper and a multitude of colored markers. We sat side by side on the soft carpet, our minds already buzzing with ideas for song lyrics.

The minutes passed in a whirlwind of creativity and complicity as we scribbled words and sentences, each marker stroke bringing a new color to our shared vision. Donovan and I, together, crafting each line with care, each word loaded with the love and admiration I felt for him.

Suddenly, as I bent down to grab a red marker, I felt something soft and squishy on my cheek. I looked up to see Donovan, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, holding a blue marker in his hand.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, falsely scandalized, before laughing heartily, you're going to pay

Without waiting, I returned the favor, grabbing a green marker and drawing a line on his cheek. The marker fight had begun, our laughter filling the room as we chased each other happily around the coffee table, our hands full of bright colors.

-Hey come back here

-Catch Me If You Can

In the midst of our happy mess, I realized how precious these simple moments were. The innocence of our game, the burst of our laughter, all of this filled me with pure and indescribable joy. With Donovan by my side, even the most mundane tasks turned into unforgettable adventures.

Finally, exhausted but happy, we collapsed side by side on the carpet, our breaths slowly calming as we stared up at the ceiling, our fingers intertwined in a silent exchange of love and gratitude.

I snuggled closer to him, absorbing the warmth of his embrace. Every beat of my heart seemed to resonate with his, like a symphony of love that enveloped our being.

"Do you love me, Donovan?" I whispered, my words lost in the crook of his neck.

He kissed me gently on the forehead, his tenderness enveloping my being.

"I love you more than anything in the world," he whispered, his voice filled with promises of everlasting love.

End of Flash Back