Baby, Come To Me

When Rachel first moved to the city, she had no idea what her life would look like. She was running away from her past that was too heavy for her to carry, and she thought that starting fresh was the answer. Little did she know, that fresh start would come with more than just a new apartment and a different view of the skyline-it would come with love.

It started with an ordinary day. Emma was at the local coffee shop, nursing a cup of chamomile tea and flipping through her journal, trying to ignore the weight of her thoughts. The place was cozy, with wooden floors and the soft hum of conversation.

She didn't expect much. The world felt too big, too overwhelming sometimes. She had become accustomed to a quiet solitude.

But then, a voice broke through her reverie.

"Is this seat taken?"

She looked up and met the eyes of a man standing at her table. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his smile was both shy and confident, as though he had asked the question many times, but each time, he still hoped for the answers he desired.

"No, go ahead," she replied, surprised by the warmth in her voice.

He sat down, setting his coffee cup on the table. For a moment, neither of them said anything, but there was something in the air-an unspoken connection, an electric charge that neither could explain.

"My name's Ryan," he said after a pause, breaking the silence.

"Rachel," she replied, a little hesitant but intrigued.

They talked for hours, as if they had known each other forever. Ryan had a way of making her feel seen, heard, and understood in a way no one had before. His humor was dry, but his kindness was palpable. They spoke of everything and nothing-of books they had read, places they had traveled, and the little things that made life so beautiful, like the smell of rain on the pavement or the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze.

Over time, their connection only deepened. Ryan became the person Rachel couldn't wait to see. He was there for her in ways she didn't even know she needed. He listened when she spoke of her past, her hurts, and the weight she had carried with her for so long. He never judged, never tried to fix her. He simply loved her, and in doing so, he helped her heal.

One evening, as they stood in front of her apartment building, the city lights twinkling around them, Ryan took her hand. She felt a flutter in her chest, her heart beating fastter, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked into his eyes, feeling the safety of his gaze.

"Rachel," he said softly, "I've been wanting to tell you something."

Her breath caught in her throat. Was this the moment? The moment when everything changed? She waited, her mind racing with possibilities.

"I ,know we haven't known each other long," he continued, "but I can't imagine my life without you in it. You make everything brighter, and I don't want to let you go."

Her heart swelled, and tears threatened to spill. "I feel the same way," she whispered.

He miled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Then let's not let go, "he said. "Come to me. Be with me. Let's make this our story."

In that moment, Rachel knew that this was not just a fleeting connection. It was something real. Something deep. Something worth fighting for. She had spent so long running away, but now she realized she didn't need to run anymore. She had found her place, her person.

As they kissed beneath the streetlights, the world around them seemed to disappear. In that kiss, Rachel felt the promis of the future. With Ryan by her side, she was no longer afraid of what was to come. She was ready. Ready to love, ready to stay, and ready to say,

"Baby, come to me" forever.