My heart was racing, I felt like it was going to come out of my mouth and although it seemed like a dream come true I couldn't help but remain completely silent for a while, I thought that maybe I had heard wrong. However, I turned my face to him, and he kept waiting for my answer, but instead of an affirmative or negative answer coming out of my mouth, I couldn't help but question his request.

"Nick: Are you bipolar?" I asked, worried that his proposition was due to some temporary situation.

"No, my love. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. You are the woman I've always been looking for, the one I've always hoped for, the one I want to share, my heart beats faster when you're near. I'm crazy about you, I think you occupy more than ninety percent of my thoughts, I can't stop thinking about you and imagining you, I can't conceive my future if it's not with you. My emotions constantly rise and fall. But More, answer me, do you want to marry me? What does your silence mean?"