I shook my head, leaning forward to take her hand, whether she wanted to or not. There was no room for free will anymore, this woman was going to believe that I loved her and wanted to be with her even if I had to do something crazy and rash like propose to her to make her see sense.

Mill, I don’t think this is weird, I’ve never felt more comfortable around someone than I do with you. I’ve fallen in love with you in a stupidly short amount of time, Im trying to move my life over to LA just so I can be with you and you think Im backing out? What more do I have to do to prove that Im ready to commit myself to you, that it doesn’t matter what guy or girl passes me by, it will always be you that catches my eye. That there’s only room for you in my heart and my head, all I do is think about you; wish you were by my side when youre only a metre away from me! I laughed, thinking of the crazy extremes of my affections towards her, so she could see just how infatuated with her I really was.

She held my eyes, a smile edging at the corners of her mouth.

And if you don’t believe that, then maybe its you that’s having the second thoughts. I said bravely.

I in no way wanted to say those words, but this was it. She could now either crush me down into the floor and stamp on my small and pathetic excuse for a body. Or she could make me the happiest person that I’ve ever been in my life, everything hung in the balance of those few selected words which would form a sentence of my rejection or my acceptance.

My heart echoed in my ears, my hand felt on fire as her skin burned against mine. I realised I was holding her hand a bit too tightly and tried to relax myself, which was not going to happen because my whole body was wound tight like a spring. Ready to go off, just waiting for the Que. from Millie.