My Perfect Robotic BoyFriend

Chapter 14 - Her unspoken feelings.

The next day, she returned home filled with a bittersweet joy, her mind racing through memories of him, of the way he had made her feel, and of every little moment they had shared. They had been together just a short time, but in her heart, it felt like an eternity. She marveled at how much someone could change her perspective on life, how deeply he had become woven into her days. Every small detail, every quiet moment they shared, had settled inside her like a treasure.

As she sat alone, surrounded by the familiar comfort of home, she found herself reflecting on him and on everything he had shown her. She remembered how he often spoke of himself as a “robot,” as someone without emotions.But she didn’t believe him, not completely. She had felt his care in a hundred quiet ways, seen his gentle side in moments he thought were unnoticed.

She was starting to understand what it was that kept him so guarded. He was scared of commitment, afraid to dive into feelings he couldn’t control or easily explain. His walls were built high, a fortress he had constructed over years to protect himself from hurt, disappointment, or even happiness too intense to handle. It was easier for him to hide behind his defenses than to let someone in, and she understood that all too well. But she also knew that behind his guarded exterior was a man capable of the most profound kind of love.

Her heart felt heavy and full as she thought about all the pieces of himself he’d shown her in small glimpses. The way he’d hold her hand without a word, or how he’d let his eyes linger on her just a moment longer than necessary, as if silently saying all the things he wouldn’t say aloud. In those moments, she knew he felt something for her—something real, something he was too afraid to admit. She couldn’t help but fall for him more with each day, cherishing every unspoken sentiment, every tiny crack in his armour that allowed her to see the person beneath.

She had long ago decided that he was worth every ounce of patience she had, every moment of waiting. The journey might be slow, the path uncertain, but she knew her love didn’t need to be rushed. He was someone special, someone worth waiting for, and she was willing to take things as slowly as he needed. She didn’t need grand declarations of love or promises of forever—not yet. All she needed was for him to know she was there, standing by his side, ready to take this one day at a time.

In her heart, she felt an overwhelming calm. She knew she would be there for him, through every fear, every hesitation, and every little doubt that crossed his mind. She would hold on for him, no matter how long it took. His fears, his reluctance, and his walls were part of him, but she believed that with patience, with unwavering support, he could eventually find the courage to open up, to let her in.

As night fell and she lay in bed, she closed her eyes and let her heart whisper the promises she hadn’t yet said aloud. She would be his patient companion, the one who walked beside him without forcing him forward. She would hold his hand, offering comfort and assurance, showing him in ways big and small that love wasn’t something to fear. Love could be soft, steady, and secure. Love could be the quiet presence in his life, one that stood by him, strong and constant, even when he didn’t realise he needed it.

She thought about how he would need time to understand that love didn’t demand or pressure, that it could wait and be gentle. She thought of all the moments they had yet to experience, all the times she hoped he would someday look at her and see her not as a risk but as a place of comfort. She could see their future stretching out in front of them—perhaps uncertain, but full of possibility.

He may never fully understand the depth of her patience, the strength of her quiet devotion. But that was okay. She didn’t need recognition or gratitude. Her love for him wasn’t about her; it was about him and the belief she held in her heart that he was worth every bit of her time, her care, and her love. She was prepared to face the struggles that came with loving someone so afraid to love back. She was ready to accept that the journey might be filled with obstacles, but to her, he was worth every challenge, every late night of wondering, every unspoken feeling that filled the space between them.

In those quiet moments of reflection, she knew she would hold on for him, patiently, endlessly. She knew that one day, when he was ready, he would finally let go of his fears and open himself up to love. And until that day, she would be there, a steady presence, ready to receive him with open arms.

In her heart, she felt a love that was boundless, a love that didn’t need words or reassurances. It was a love that simply was, unspoken and unconditional, waiting for the day he was ready to embrace it fully. And as she drifted off to sleep, she felt at peace, knowing that whatever the future held, she was exactly where she was meant to be, and her love would be there, constant and unwavering, until he was ready to accept it.