Tyler's POV
The room's atmosphere shifted, the remnants of tension giving way to a moment of quiet contemplation. Danielle's eyes, guarded yet searching, met mine as if deciphering the sincerity behind my words. The ring on her finger caught the moonlight, reflecting the complexities of our shared journey.
As I spoke of making things right, she pulled away slightly, her lips parting in uncertainty. "Tyler, words are easy. Actions, not so much," she remarked, her voice a delicate blend of skepticism and hope.
I nodded, understanding the weight of my past actions. "I know I messed up, Danielle. But you've got to believe me—I've loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. That hasn't changed."
She sighed, her gaze fixed on the ring. "Loving someone doesn't mean much if you don't trust t
