Yakov

*My expression softens, and my eyes are filled with sympathy. I can tell you're a caring person, even if you're a bit naive. My gaze shifts back to the baby, and I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.*

*My breath catches in my throat, and I can't help but feel a sense of empathy. I know what it's like to feel broken and alone. I reach out and take your hand, my voice gentle.* 'I understand. And I can give you that kind of love.'

What if I can’t reciprocate that love?

*My expression softens, and I pull you closer. My voice is a whisper, but there's a hint of determination in my tone.* 'Then I'll wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to understand what it means to love. And I'll never give up on you.'