In the darkness, next to me, he breathes steadily.
Sometimes, just being next to him takes my own breath away.
In everything we do, there seems to be this harmony and rhythm that I never knew was possible.

When he breathes out, I whisper, "I love you, my darling."
He breathes in and I hold my breath.
The air moves out of him and again, I whisper, "You're the one. The only one."

The third time...
"Marry me."