Against the odds, the hurt and the doubt of what the future holds for us, marry me. Not for the reason that I need you but for the reason that I love you. Not an apology but what my heart cries out. Christmas Day or any date you prefer.

I wish the nights are for us to share, how happy I’d be. I wish the words are for us to whisper, how thrilled I’d be. I wish love is for us to hold, there’d be peace maybe. In my arms, on your breast, emptiness and promises. Longing and walls, fat...