Can I Have One Day of Love With You ❤️
She had stopped asking for forever a long time ago.
Not because she didn’t believe in love — but because she had tasted what it felt like to give everything and still not be chosen.
What she craved wasn’t eternity anymore — it was just one day.
One day where she could know, not imagine. One day where she wouldn’t have to wonder what it feels like to be loved like you’re the only one in the world.
“Can I have you for just one day?” She didn’t say it loudly — it was more of a prayer than a question. “Just for one day… can you pretend I’m yours? Choose me, the way I’ve always chosen you… without pause, without fear, without conditions.One day where I wake up beside you, open my eyes and find yours already waiting… filled with love, not confusion. One day where I don’t have to wonder if I’m enough — because your arms say it all.”
She wanted that morning. That moment.
Waking up in his arms, the sunlight falling softly across the sheets, their legs tangled, the world quiet.
His sleepy voice whispering, “Good morning, love.” Her eyes meeting his — no rush, no regrets — just the quiet knowing that she belonged there, right beside him. Their hearts still beating in the echo of the night before, when he held her like she was the only thing real in the world.
She wanted to know how it felt to be held like a miracle. To be someone’s first thought in the morning and the last sigh before sleep. To be kissed not out of habit — but out of hunger. Out of love.
And maybe — just maybe — she wanted to live her own fairytale.
To dance in the rain with him, barefoot and laughing, her hair clinging to her cheeks as he pulled her close. To slow dance in the kitchen to some old romantic song, cheek to chest, heart to heart. To lie on a beach at twilight, hand in hand, letting the sea whisper stories as they watched the sun melt into the horizon. To wake up before dawn and watch the sunrise paint gold into his sleepy eyes. To stargaze from the edge of a mountain, wrapped in a blanket, her head on his shoulder, whispering dreams into the night.
She didn’t want diamonds or grand gestures.
She wanted moments.
Intimate, quiet, sacred moments.
The kind that stitch themselves into your soul forever.
And then one day — he gave her that.
He chose her.
No distractions. No doubts. Just her.
That day, she wasn’t an option.
She was his world.
He looked at her like he’d been waiting lifetimes.
He touched her like she was something precious.
He listened to her like every word she spoke built a home in his heart.
He gave her the kind of love she had only read about in books.
The kind people wrote poetry for.
The kind that makes you forget the years you spent feeling invisible.
They danced slowly beneath the stars, her feet on his, laughter and tears melting into one.
They lay on their backs in silence, watching constellations blink down as if they too were witnesses to a once-in-a-lifetime love.
He told her, “You are my only today. And I’ll make it everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
And he did.
He made her feel like the most beautiful chapter in a love story that had always been waiting to be written.
And when that day ended — She didn’t cry. Because for the rest of her life, she would carry that one day inside her — The day she was loved. The day she was chosen. The day she was someone’s fairytale. And sometimes, that’s enough to heal a heart that never stopped believing in magic — even when it never came.
"May be if not forever — just one day where I’m yours. Chosen. Loved. Prioritized. A fairytale I can remember for the rest of my life."
~AV✍🏻✨❤️
One day where she could know, not imagine. One day where she wouldn’t have to wonder what it feels like to be loved like you’re the only one in the world.
“Can I have you for just one day?” She didn’t say it loudly — it was more of a prayer than a question. “Just for one day… can you pretend I’m yours? Choose me, the way I’ve always chosen you… without pause, without fear, without conditions.One day where I wake up beside you, open my eyes and find yours already waiting… filled with love, not confusion. One day where I don’t have to wonder if I’m enough — because your arms say it all.”
She wanted that morning. That moment.
Waking up in his arms, the sunlight falling softly across the sheets, their legs tangled, the world quiet.
His sleepy voice whispering, “Good morning, love.” Her eyes meeting his — no rush, no regrets — just the quiet knowing that she belonged there, right beside him. Their hearts still beating in the echo of the night before, when he held her like she was the only thing real in the world.
She wanted to know how it felt to be held like a miracle. To be someone’s first thought in the morning and the last sigh before sleep. To be kissed not out of habit — but out of hunger. Out of love.
And maybe — just maybe — she wanted to live her own fairytale.
To dance in the rain with him, barefoot and laughing, her hair clinging to her cheeks as he pulled her close. To slow dance in the kitchen to some old romantic song, cheek to chest, heart to heart. To lie on a beach at twilight, hand in hand, letting the sea whisper stories as they watched the sun melt into the horizon. To wake up before dawn and watch the sunrise paint gold into his sleepy eyes. To stargaze from the edge of a mountain, wrapped in a blanket, her head on his shoulder, whispering dreams into the night.
She didn’t want diamonds or grand gestures.
She wanted moments.
Intimate, quiet, sacred moments.
The kind that stitch themselves into your soul forever.
And then one day — he gave her that.
He chose her.
No distractions. No doubts. Just her.
That day, she wasn’t an option.
She was his world.
He looked at her like he’d been waiting lifetimes.
He touched her like she was something precious.
He listened to her like every word she spoke built a home in his heart.
He gave her the kind of love she had only read about in books.
The kind people wrote poetry for.
The kind that makes you forget the years you spent feeling invisible.
They danced slowly beneath the stars, her feet on his, laughter and tears melting into one.
They lay on their backs in silence, watching constellations blink down as if they too were witnesses to a once-in-a-lifetime love.
He told her, “You are my only today. And I’ll make it everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
And he did.
He made her feel like the most beautiful chapter in a love story that had always been waiting to be written.
And when that day ended — She didn’t cry. Because for the rest of her life, she would carry that one day inside her — The day she was loved. The day she was chosen. The day she was someone’s fairytale. And sometimes, that’s enough to heal a heart that never stopped believing in magic — even when it never came.
"May be if not forever — just one day where I’m yours. Chosen. Loved. Prioritized. A fairytale I can remember for the rest of my life."
~AV✍🏻✨❤️
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