She places her spoon back down on her plate and moves closer to me as she does so. "In addition to that, I don't want you to go. Period."
"Have you given any thought to the things that must occur in order for us to never part ways again?"
"Every day," she freely admits.
"Me too. I can't seem to get it out of my mind. It keeps me up at night and awake during the day." And it does. It is something that is constantly on my mind.
"What path have you chosen to take?"
I stretch out my hand and place it on hers as I do so across the table. "I do not wish to exist in a world without you."
"Neither do I, but how would you recommend we go about making things work?" It's hard for me to determine whether she's dropping hints for me to pop the question or if she genuinely has no idea what to expe
