ninety one

As Blake slid into his T-shirt, he kept his eyes on Lisa, watching her as she slept peacefully like a baby. When he was fully dressed, he moved closer to the bed and bent down to her level. Blake touched Lisa's soft black hair, gently brushing the strands that had fallen over her eyes away. He cupped her cheeks in his hand and admired her for a moment.

"I don't know how you did it, Lisa, but you amaze me every day. I never thought I would find happiness again," he continued, his voice hushed and sincere. "But with you, I have. You've brought meaning back into my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I know I haven't always been the best at showing it, but I love you, Lisa."

Blake leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on Lisa's forehead, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He knew that he wanted to make Lisa his wife, to officially commit to her and prove to her just how much he loved her.

Blake smiled softly as he stood up and walked out of the room, gen