✨ Ooh la la la ✨

It was clear from the start that your eyes had a charm to them. Looks were being thrown between you and a certain blonde with a curl to his eyebrow. No conversation had happened as your staring contest kept him amused. In which he could see himself dancing with you under the moonlight. Without anyone knowing. Hoping for such an imagination to be a reality. In which you decided to stop your staring contest with the blonde. Tempting him to follow right after you as you slowly walk away he contemplates if you would ever accept his imagination. He stops his concerns and follows right after. Getting closer as you’re both under the moonlight away from everyone else.

“Ooh la la la”

He understands that nights can be empty and cold. It’s only natural. There was one thing he didn’t understand.

“But why did it have to be me?”

“Always thought you knew the reason why.”

You were so lonesome. It had to be him and you. As you only wanted a little love affair. But you could see him beginning to care.

Falling in love with a gal like you. Happens so quickly that there’s nothing to do.

“It’s better to forget me.”

He was willing to jump through that rose.

Known as you.

Your thorny way of talking won’t stop him as he tries to get closer. With him taking one step at a time. He won’t stop as he wants you more. Even if it hurts. Even if he’s full of scars. Even if his fingers bleed from your thorns. Making it a problem as he only thinks of you every day and every night. It takes a long time before you decide to let down your thorns. Allowing him slowly and stealthily in your rose. As he enjoys without the feeling of your thorns hurting him. Making the dream of his magnifying.

“Now I know we feel the same something.”

He wondered who would be your choice. The one who’s picture-perfect for you. Who will it be? Between him or that other guy.

As you still debating between your choices. While he struggles on the inside. How come you didn’t know it was him? He wanted to hear your choice with confidence.

Your heart is like a see-saw. Up and down. Up and down.

To tug of war. Pushing and then pulling him right back.

He’s already seen too much of it. But still falls for you. Kneeling before you. He couldn't defeat you.

He didn't want you to waste your time and come to him. Like two puzzle pieces, you fit like a perfect match. It’s density, you and him.

Again.

Eeny meeny miny moe.

A memory he calls you. But he’s a fool who can’t seem to forget you. Starting from your touch which was gentle and loving. He can still feel even to the ends of your fingertips. Or the way you looked only at him. Like he put the stars in the sky. Even your nose held the sweetest breath. As you inhale the scent of his cooking. He even remembers the way you whispered “I love you” to him. Like a declaration only made for him.

An end that was finished with your pretty red lips.

He thought everything was going to change. But since the time he kissed you. Nothing changed nor did you.

A weekend night with you didn't change you as well. You still didn't changed.

He wanted to be those couples you see in movies. Holding hands and sharing looks of love. He wanted that kind of love.

Then why does he feel so lonely?