To capture my attention, he, who usually loathed noisy crowds, stood before thousands and sang love songs just for me.
His pursuit was intense and unashamed and soon, everyone knew it.
The more I resisted, the more determined he became.
When I was bullied, he was always the first to show up, standing by my side and protecting me.
He fought for me, getting hurt and almost losing his life in the process.
His unguarded love for me, raw and unwavering, left me speechless.
As long as I was there, his gaze never strayed from me.
When he proposed, he built a rose garden just for me, a place meant to hold the most beautiful memories.
Each rose had been carefully planted by his hands.
Roses were beautiful, yes, but they came with thorns.
He tended to them with such care, but in doing so, his hands were cut, bleeding for the love he had for me.
Seeing the uncertainty in my eyes, he offered a smile and said, “As long as you like it, I’d do anything. My wife deserves only the best.”
But the man making these promises was the same one whose heart had already changed.
Noticing my silence, Cooper grew more anxious, his confusion evident. He couldn’t understand what he had done to upset me.