"So you can't be with me, because I'll end up getting hurt and I don't want you to get hurt as well. I don't want to have a wife that would eventually get tired of me and leave me." He finished quietly.

She looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. Before she could respond, he spoke again.

"And that's why I asked you to wait until tomorrow to propose to me." He whispered.

She stood there for several seconds, staring at him. Finally, she spoke.

"Is it always like this?" She asked hesitantly.

"Like what?" He asked confused.

"This..." She mumbled slowly.

"What do you mean?" He inquired...