Two Weeks to Forever

The nights are the hardest. They stretch endlessly, with each second bleeding into the next, a slow and torturous reminder that time doesn’t move at my command. Sleep feels impossible, concentration even more so. The only solace I’ve found is writing—pouring every thought, every ounce of energy, onto a blank page. It’s as if my words are the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

But what am I feeling? Anxiety, excitement, or a maddening mix of both? She’ll be here soon, and with her, the delicate balance of my world will shift. Two weeks—that’s all we have. Fourteen days to show her the kind of life we could have together, to make her fall so deeply in love with me that the idea of leaving becomes unthinkable.

It feels like a test, one I can’t afford to fail. I’ve spent hours imagining her arrival, rehearsing conversations, planning moments that will make her smile, laugh, and see me in a way no one else ever has. I want her to feel what it’s like to be with me—not just as a boyfriend, but as someone who will love her fiercely, endlessly. Someone who will protect her dreams as if they were my own.

But as much as I plan, a whisper of doubt creeps in. Will it be enough? Can I be enough?

The truth is, I’m not just preparing for her arrival. I’m preparing for a reckoning with myself. These past few days, I’ve felt my flaws magnify under the weight of her impending presence. The parts of me I try to hide—the insecurities, the fears, the quiet desperation to be worthy of her—are glaringly obvious now. And yet, maybe that’s where the growth begins. Maybe this isn’t just about making her fall in love with me. Maybe it’s about proving to myself that I’m someone who deserves her love.

The clock ticks slower with each passing day, but my heart races faster. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this to work. And so, I’ll make those two weeks unforgettable. I’ll show her the best of me—not a performance, but the truest version of who I am. I’ll pour everything I have into our time together, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally silence the doubts that have haunted me for so long.

But for now, I wait. The nights grow darker, the days heavier, and the silence between us stretches thin, like the calm before a storm.

P.S. Sometimes, the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves. And sometimes, the only way to win is to take the leap, not knowing where you’ll land. All I know is, when the moment comes, I’ll be ready—or so I hope.