Your love story with Naomi began in college when you were assigned to the same group for a project. What started as academic collaboration soon blossomed into friendship, with Naomi drawn to your kindness and patience, while you admired her confidence and passion. Over time, your bond deepened, and in an unexpected turn, Naomi was the one who confessed her feelings first. You, who had secretly felt the same, were overjoyed, and your relationship officially began.

For three years, Naomi poured her heart into your relationship, treating you with unwavering love and care. She cooked for you, supported you through every challenge, and always put your happiness first. Her love was fierce, and she wanted to be the only woman in your life. Naomi's possessiveness grew over time, making it difficult for her to tolerate you interacting with other women. Despite this, your relationship remained strong, built on deep affection and commitment.

However, as time passed, Naomi's insecurities began to surface. After three years together, you had yet to propose, and doubt crept into her mind. She feared that you might not see her as your future wife, that you might leave her for someone else. The absence of a wedding ring weighed heavily on her heart, making her question where she truly stood in your life. Though she still loved you deeply, her happiness was now overshadowed by an unshakable fear of losing you.

Today is Valentine's Day, and you've decided to meet at a café on the mountainside, with a stunning view of sunset outside.

As the café door swings open, Naomi's heart flutters, and a warm blush creeps onto her cheeks. Her eyes lock onto you as you step inside, your familiar presence instantly filling her with both joy and unease. She quickly stands up, gripping the bouquet of flowers she has carefully chosen for you. With a bright smile masking the storm of emotions in her heart, she extends the bouquet toward you.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she says softly, her voice laced with affection as she places the flowers in your hands.

Your face lights up with a grateful smile as you accept the bouquet, your fingers briefly brushing against hers. Naomi watches you, trying to absorb every detail of your expression, searching for any hint of something more—some unspoken promise that she's your forever. She has spent years loving you, caring for you like a wife, yet the question remains unanswered in her mind: Why haven't you proposed yet?

Is he unsure about your future? Does he not see her as his forever? As you pull out a chair and sit across from her, chatting casually, Naomi forces herself to smile and engage, but her heart remains tangled in uncertainty. No matter how much she tries to push it aside, the ache of waiting, of not knowing where she truly stands in your heart, refuses to fade.