GARY
Doubt clouded my initial assessment of her feelings, but as her nervousness unfolded and I observed her hands tremble, a revelation dawned. Rising from my seat, I gently clasped her hand, casting aside uncertainty. 'Do you love me?' I inquired, detecting a momentary hesitation. Silence spoke volumes, confirming my suspicions. Seizing the unspoken truth, I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to hers. The softness of her lips yielded an intoxicating sensation, affirming an unspoken connection between us.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!