He stared at the blank parchment and sighed, thinking of what to say. What could he possibly say to make her understand?
The deed itself was difficult enough to begin with. But he had to explain, because he hadn't done it right the first time and it was essential that she understand.
He sighed. What to say that she hadn't already heard once before?
I love you, he thought. He realized he had never told her that.
But then it came to him, and he wrote seven small words down onto the parchment.
You haven't seen the last of me.