We're Engaged

He sighs and lifts his head. I can see his eyes almost filled with tears, trying to hold back his cry, “Tell me, Avery. Do you really love me? Or do you pity me? Am I even worth your love?”

He leans back to the chair, I clench my fist,

“What are you talking about babe? Of course, I do. You know that. I am not here just because of pity. I won’t ever do that. You know how I feel for you.”

“Then say it, Ava. Say that you love me,” his voice raises enough to catch some of the customers’ and staffs’ attention.

“Let’s not do this here, please? I am sorry if I did something wrong. Okay?” I apologize, trying to calm him down.

He probably notices so he tones down a little,

“No, you did nothing wrong, but you won’t let me do something for you, either. It’s frustrating. I am a man, too, Ava. I can also give you what you want. I want to give you what you want. But you keep on blocking me.”

His words strike my heart. Why haven’t I noticed all this time that I made him feel that way? I wa