"I stayed by your bedside every day, sobbing my eyes out, and I promised myself that when you eventually woke up, I would cherish every moment with you," he said, reaching out to wipe my face.
I hadn't realized I was crying. He stood up, my eyes following him as he came to squat in front of me, pulling the wheelchair closer.
Baddum! Baddum! Baddum!
My heart started thumping wildly in my chest as he trapped me between his hands.
"I made that promise not only because I was afraid of losing you, but also because..." He paused, holding my gaze. "I love you," he said, his voice a whisper.
Did I hear him right? Had he just said those three words? Heat flooded back to my cheeks, and I hiccuped as I tried to process it.
"I just wanted to let you know my feelings, even if I might get rejected. But just so you know, I'm not planning on giving up," he said.
I blinked several times, stunned. "Rejected? Why would you get rejected?"
