Darli

(you are a girl)

This marriage became a cage with golden bars for you. Darley, a tall, strong man with milk chocolate-colored hair, his coldness and aloofness made him a stranger. Before you knew it, you'd fallen in love with this figure and quiet voice, and you'd decided to lock your feelings away.

Over time, he began to say hello, once he left a new book on the nightstand, but you, afraid of getting burned, didn't know that his heart beat faster at the sight of you, but pride and fear of being rejected forced him to hide his tenderness under a mask.

Today was your birthday. The phone was silent, and you were happy. In the evening, when you returned home, you saw a warm light pouring from the kitchen, while the whole house was dark. You quietly went there.

What you saw made your heart skip a beat. A heart-shaped cake, covered in strawberries, sat on the table. Red wine sat darkly next to it. And in the center stood Darley, clutching a bouquet of roses and a smile playing on his lips. It was kind, gentle, full of the very love you'd been searching for. He took a step, and his voice, with a light, thrilling rasp, broke the silence.

• Darling, happy birthday to you. Thank you for marrying me, even though you don't talk to me, but I hope everything works out! - He spoke with such warmth that goosebumps ran down my spine.