# Proposal I have no idea what you mean. Perhaps you've come with an offer, some business that needs settling— a marriage, a merger, a modest exchange of goods or promises. But I am a door that opens inward, a room where no one knocks twice. What proposal could survive the weight of my silence? What words could cross the threshold of my indifference? You speak. I listen to the spaces between. You gesture. I see only the shadow your hand casts on the wall behind you. If you've come to propose something, let it be this: that we meet in the margins, where nothing is asked and everything is understood. That we speak in the language of what remains unsaid. That we seal this pact with the ink of forgetting— and call it love.

I just want to let you know…
How much you mean to me,
How lucky I am to have you in my life,
How amazed I feel when I look at you.

Your smile always makes my heart skip a beat.
And the sound of your voice sends shivers through me.
You have transformed every corner of my life.
When I talk to you, my entire day becomes luminous.
I may not be your first love,
But I want to be your last.

I never want your money…your fame…not even claims upon you…
I just want to rest in your arms, and
…hold your hands,
…feel your breath,
…hear your heartbeat.
I just want to be with you.

You are the perfect melody…the only harmony…I long to hear!
Without you, I feel fractured, as if I'm only half of something whole!
Without you I'm just a melancholy song…never performed!

I know I'm not perfect,
…I drive you to madness all the time,
…provoke your anger,
…I say foolish things, then take them all back!

But set all that aside and trust me when I say…
I promise to stand by you…my whole life…until my last breath…in all that you do.
I will always be beside you.
Whenever I grow so weary of this wretched life…bitter about my parents, my brother, even God…you never fail to make me feel alive!

I'm so grateful that I met you…I mean to say that it's a blessing to know you and be known by you.
And I just want to say…
just want to tell you that sentence made of three words: I, Love, You!
Which means far more than those three words alone or just eight letters.

So…Will you accept my proposal?
Will you stay to let me remain by your side…always?
Will you let me drive you mad?
Will you let me call you my perfect melody…my only harmony…that I long to hear all the time?
So…Will you be my perfect eyes who can see me wholly, beautifully, even though I'm not perfect at all?
Will you be my dream who can embrace me with complete acceptance…exactly as I am and as I'm not?