Micheal felt himself lose all types of worry as she touched his arm, "there is no one like you, Rea..." he whispered to her. "You are unique, and have a heart of gold, you are like a blooming flower at the first of spring" he ran his left hand down her face and unto her chin. "I say this because I really... I care about you allot and I hope... I hope you care about me too" still pressed up against her body, Micheal moved his right hand to the small of her back. "Do you care about me like I do you, or is this a dream" Micheal laid his head near hers, "you tell me" he whipered.