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[Ella]
I was walking my way in the corridor that leads the way to my classroom. The place was quiet still, as I am the first student who came in. Hooking the three five-hundred-leaf books on my arms while trying to balance the weight of the bag on my shoulder, I shifted my glasses higher so that I can see the way rather clearer. It wouldn't be this difficult if he was here. He would help me carry my books and walk me to my classroom. He would throw jokes to make my feelings a little lighter if ever I committed more than three mistakes in an examination. He would be there to cheer my day whenever someone bullies me because I look weird and out of style.
He'd always been there.
But how long, really, is "always"?
I never expected it to, indeed, be a year short.
I looked around and heaved a deep sigh to uplift my heavy heart. I remembered the time when I asked him if he wanted to eat lunch with me. He simply shook his head nonchalantly and walk away. He stopped walking me to my room. He stopped throwing jokes. He stopped calling my name. He stopped caring.
But what right do I have to miss his company? He's only a friend. A close friend, indeed. But a friend, nonetheless.
Is the reason "I love him" enough...
if there is no "He loves me too?"
I know you would say a big NO for an answer. It's unbearable to think and make the opinions sink in, when I'm continuously thinking how absurdly unfair they all seemed. But believe me when I say I completely understand. Why? Because that's my logical answer to that question too.
I sat on my seat and waited for a few heady minutes for the instructor to arrive. I've always been on the top of my class, while he is the school's basketball team team captain. I am the school's official publication editor in chief and our closeness started when I interviewed him about a recent game. I already prepared myself not to be drawn to his charm since the time I heard fusses from the students, mostly girls, about his attractive masculinity. But I wasn't as prepared as I thought I would be. His eyes mesmerized me whenever he smiles. They were so sweet and true. He carries an aura of confidence— not to drown you in it, but rather, to lift your feet off the ground. We started talking more often whenever he shares with me the game's upturn. We became closer. We felt confident and at ease with each other.
Or maybe it was only me, alone, who thought about things being that way.
I was dense, I admit, because I only realized that I do love him after a year of intense session of meditation and realization. I was so afraid to accept the already-obvious attraction I have for him. The reason? I'm nerdy while he's the hottest gossip in school. He's the smoking topic of every girl during short break-time chats while I'm almost invisible. We're completely incompatible.
Though I felt insecure, not with him but with myself, I still continued this simple and tender friendship I have with him. And after the year of closeness, he started to drift away from me. I could feel him slowly becoming out of my reach. I don't know why I felt like I have the reason and the right to hate him for what he did when we weren't even that close a year back. I became used to his presence, to his protection, to his salve. And when he walked away without a single word, when he abandoned me, when he left me hanging... I felt weak and vulnerable like I'm out of shield in the middle of a battle. I became utterly self-conscious and afraid of other people. I don't know why, but that's how I felt. I've been so dependent on him, and when I became so attached already and he left me, I finally realized that I couldn’t let him go. He's already a part of me I can neither deny nor admit.
Since then, I already believed in the saying that brilly people are idiot lovers. How can I not? I was the witness and the subject all in one.
Today is St. Valentine's Day and tonight would be our school's Valentine's party. If only it isn't compulsory for every one and I'm not, being the editor-in-chief, tasked to make news about the party, I would prefer not to go. There's nothing waiting for me in there. Do you know how hard it is to see sweet couples in front of you and silently wish to yourself that you had one too? They felt so complete, so happy, and so alive. I never wanted to compare myself to anyone because it's a mere self-insult but if I won't, I wouldn't find out the truth.
And what I need now is not self-pride, but truth itself.
--
[Chun]
Cold breeze brushed the spikes of my raven hair and I breathed in its scent, knowing that we're breathing in the same air. She seemed so close yet so far at the same time.
Courage. I know this act of avoidance is a courageous act, though many would say that this is the coward's path. Do you not know that by avoiding the very person I wanted to get so close with is already a tormenting torture? I miss the times when I walk her to her room, when I help her in carrying her things as if they are mines too, when I would invite her for lunch and talk about our activities for the week, when she cheers for me in every competition our team is in. Everything I have with her, I left them all in a painstaking, yet unsuccessful effort.
Friendship is simple and sweet, until one day, it became complicated, just because I fell in love with her. I have two chances, to pursue or to let go. But either way, I'll get hurt. So, I decided to take the safer path. The path where nothing could be missed and nothing could be lost. Her friendship— I don't want to lose it. I can't sacrifice a stable relationship and start an unsured one.
There was a time when I was already close to confessing to her but only one incident happened and I backed out. Her friends were teasing her about us but she instantly stopped them from remarking another word, as if she doesn't really like the sound of us being together, in case.
I was hurt, but tried not to show it. I know, despite my growing seed of masculine pride, that I have no right to hate her denial, since there really is nothing to admit. She did the right thing; she said the truth. But why did I expect her to do otherwise?
My eyes caught the couples sweetly exchanging sweet affections and I drowned in an envious regret. I wonder what could've happened if I confessed to her?
There are only two options.
It's either I'm holding her hands tightly in mines now as if proclaiming to the whole world that she's mine and mine alone,
or I'm still carrying a bleeding heart and couldn't bear to speak at all...
--
Chun walked in the classroom and notice Ella staring at him, as if waiting for his morning greeting. They share a subject together. He swallowed hard and with a significant amount of effort, he tried to keep his eyes directed to somewhere else. Ella felt disappointed and with a crest-fallen face, she bowed her head down. He's clearly avoiding her and she wanted so badly to know why. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her, and could only feel guilty for his actions. He wanted to be with her but he couldn't risk their friendship.
Their instructor took the day off, and the students shouted in glee. They started discussing about the dress they're going to wear at the party, about their dates, and whatnots. She heard them squealing in excitement while she, on the other hand, felt sick just thinking about spending the whole night watching sweet couples savour their moments.
She's not stupid not to know that she's the only one in their class who has no partner for tonight's event. She felt a little off. She sank in self-pity and heaved a deep sigh before adjusting her glasses and flipped her book.
He was watching her the whole time— the way she look at their classmates who are discussing about tonight's events, the way she look at the stocks of chocolates and roses on the girls' desks, the longing on her eyes, and the way she heaved a broken sigh before turning to her book to make use of her time.
He knew she felt insecure with herself again. He wanted to be there for her but he knew it's not the right time and he's not the right guy. In the broadest sense, how can he even protect her, when it's himself whom he's saving her from?
He shifted his eyes by the window and watched lovers exchange "I love you's". It's the sweetest and yet the hardest thing to say. If only he could let her know his feelings, he would be free to say those words to her too. He longed to hold her in his arms, kiss her and murmur those words to her. But the thought felt like a dream so deep in his sleep that's always meant to be that way. His eyes became teary just by the thought of it. He looked back at her and before he knew it, his heart ached.
Ella, on the other hand, cannot absorb what she's reading because her mind isn't focused enough. Her subconscious kept on replaying her past with Chun.
His deep husky voice when he's talking, his brilliance and agility when he's playing, his sweet deep voice when he's singing, his strong yet peaceful aura when he's reading, the way his lashes fanned his cheeks when he's sleeping, the way he can make her smile whenever he's into teasing, the way his voice echo in her ears when he's laughing, the way his cheekbones radiate brightly when he's smiling... it's too much for her to take!
But before she could shake the thought off, another idea came into her mind. What if...
What if Chun realized that she's not the kind of girl he wants to be friends with? What if he finally realized that she's completely boring and no fun?
Oh, that hurts.
Yet again, another possibility crossed her mind and she grew agitated and her heart ached. What if...
What if Chun avoided her because he started to feel that she has feelings for him? And that he wanted nothing more than friendship to do with her, that's why he started to throw his cold shoulder to her? What if he thought of her as a desperately hypocrite nerd? What if...
he knew?
She looked at him and realized that he's been staring at her all along. She was shocked and doesn't know whether she should look back or look away. Chun, caught off guard, instinctively averted his eyes on the opposite direction. Ella, being the paranoid one who always interpret all kinds of movements that met her eyes, mistaken his actions as repugnance. Air was caught in her throat. Using the slightest logic she has in her, so as to save her pride, she gathered all her things and dashed off out of the room.
--
[Ella]
I ran towards the girl's bathroom, went in one of the cubicles, locked it up and started weeping. Do you really have to show your disgust over me boldly? I don't deserve this. I loved you and I didn't ask you to love me back! Letting me love you is enough. I don't need your love. All I need is respect. If only I can change my heart's desire and pick someone else, only to save our friendship, I would! But I can't! How can I ever if in everything I do, it's you whom I dedicate it to? It's you whom I remember every millisecond?
You're making my life miserable. I miss my life back— the life I have before you came into my life. I don't want to sink in despair. Tonight, I will tell you how I feel. No matter how you take it, I don't care. Why would I care for your feelings when you never cared for mine?
One last talk.
--
[Chun]
I saw Ella run out of the room after I met her eyes and looked away. I felt like crying. I gulped hard as I clench my fist and closed my eyes to prevent the tears from falling. It pained me to see her hurt. The urges to ran after her and ask for her forgiveness was there. The urge to comfort her, to apologize, to love— they are all there, all rooted deeply in my heart. But the question is ‘how will she take it’?
I breathed in ragged deep inhalation to relax my constricted muscles before I head out of the room.
-2-
Slouching on the sofa of their living room, Ella stared at space with her books left wide open on her hands. It's already 5:23 in the afternoon and she felt incredibly sick to go to the party. She still has an hour and thirty-seven minutes to decide whether she could will herself to go or just back out. Her dress was already prepared and so were her shoes for that matter. All thanks to her mother who took care of everything she would need. But the thing is she doesn't know if she could make a fool out of herself to wear that dress. It was awful. Or at least it was, from her point of view.
She sighed throatily. Her joining the party would be a joke. She knows that no one would ever dance with her. She doesn't even have a partner to escort her. She could already imagine herself sitting for five full hours until her butt hurts. It would be a total shame.
Chun.
He's one of the reasons why she needed to join the party, apart from the news she needed to write. You heard it right. Need is the proper word. Not want.
She spent the whole day thinking about the proper approach she would use to talk to him. She would risk her heart. She would risk her pride. But at least, if all were done, she wouldn't have to worry about anything else. There would be no more room for guessing as she's determined to clear the air once and for all.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Setting her book at the center table, she went to the peephole with a furrowed brow and a poker face. Instinctively, she rolled her eyes when she realized who it was on the other side of the door. Tearing the door open, she greeted her friends with questioning eyes.
Hebe pouted at her and crossed her arms over her chest, "What's with that look? Aren't you even happy that we're here?"
"C'mon Ella. It's already quarter to six and you haven't hit the showers yet! The party will start at seven sharp!" Selina shrieked. She proceeded inside the house without waiting for Ella's invitation while dragging Hebe along with her.
That's the reason why she rolled her eyes. It's a natural reflex she had. Her friends have a unique way on making her annoyed. They just pop out of nowhere at times when she's enjoying a peaceful solitude.
"Where's auntie Chen?" Selina asked as she plopped onto the sofa.
Ella closed the door and answered, "At work. The magazine is having a paranoid demand for a feature about celibacy and she's called for it."
"You're so alike. Such a perfect epitome of the saying like-mother-like-daughter," Selina said with an exasperated sigh. Ella must've gotten the busy trait from her mother. They seem to love to make themselves haggard.
"Then that explains why you're not yet ready for the ball," Hebe concluded.
Ella sighed deeply and went over to sit on the couch. "About that guys, I—"
"Cut it out Ella Chen. We barely have enough time to prepare. C'mon. Hit the showers and I'll prepare everything. Be a good girl okay?" Selina cut her off and practically pushed Ella to her bathroom.
Selina and Hebe are already done with their make-up and hairdo so they rummaged on Ella's closet to find her a dress that will suit the night's event. They know by themselves that Ella needs to look stunning tonight. They wouldn't let that no-good best friend of hers to get off the hook unscathed.
-3-
[Ella]
I have to admit that the two did a good job on my hairstyle and make-up but the dress is an exception. I've never shown this much flesh in public for goodness' sake! And after forcing me to wear this absurd clothing, they just left me alone five meters from the main entrance of the hotel? Some friends they are. I have no choice, though. Since I am already here, I might as well do my job and try to forget the reality that I'm wearing an incredibly scanty piece of fabric. I took a picture of the entrance. I can already think of a caption for it right in the back of my head. I could feel a smile on my lips.
The night is cold. I should get inside. So what if I don't have a partner? I've been born alone in this world with individual organ systems that functions well enough to sustain my life. I don't need another human being to escort me to the hall. While reciting those inspirational thoughts over and over on my head, I clutched my purse tighter and made my way to the red carpet.
--
[Chun]
Why do I have a feeling that this is going to be a long evening? I'm nervous with no apparent reason at all. I wonder if Ella would make it tonight. I heard she has no escort. Well, she's not alone, as I don't have anyone to escort myself. Why do we need to have a pair anyways? What's the difference?
From where I stand, I heard gasps from the crowd near the entrance. I wonder what sort of trick these gossipmongers are after this time. But my eyes widen when I saw whom it was they're gaping at. A shorthaired lady on her silver dress that falls to her mid thigh. I forced myself to swallow the lump forming on my throat when she walked past me and joined her friends on the table opposite ours. Her smooth back is facing me and the pendant of her silver necklace didn't help in drawing away my caught attention. There's no denying it. She's stunningly gorgeous.
Ella petrified me at the very moment I saw her. I can't even stop myself from looking at her.
Before I knew it, the program started. I can see from the corner of my eyes that Ella is looking at me. It took me a serious amount of effort not to look at her. I wonder what she's thinking. Oh how I wish I could glide her along with me in the dance floor. It's so vivid— the feeling, that is —that my fingers twitched unconsciously.
--
[Ella]
Chun was here! I saw him. Their table was opposite ours. He's so handsome. His feature is unearthly— godlike. I don't even know if I could tell him all the things I've practiced in front of the mirror for eight hours. I could feel my heart racing just by the thought of it. I'm so nervous but I've finally decided. No matter what happens, so as to stop this idea from pestering me, I need to get this over with. If not tonight, I don't know if I would be granted another next time.
The program ended and we sat on our seats to enjoy the banquet. I don't know if it's only me but I could feel his gaze on me. The idea sent butterflies in my stomach. I wonder how it feels to be on his arms while swaying to the beat of a romantic ballad... That would be ecstatic.
Just then, Selina snapped me out of my train of thoughts. I looked at her and she gestured towards a guy whose hand extended towards me. "May I have this dance?" he asked. I don't even know who he is. I looked at Selina, hoping she could help me out but she just nodded approvingly. I'm a lost cause. Just then, through impulse I guess, I turned to look at Chun. I figured he's looking at me too. The instant I met his eyes, he turned his gaze away. I felt disheartened. Forcing a smile out of my lips, I placed my hand over the guy's and stood up.
Truth to be told, I've always wished for Chun to be my first dance. But I guess that would be yet another wish ungranted. I felt uncomfortable with the guy's arms over my back. He's drawing me closer still. I just hope that this song would end sooner so that I could escape his hands. As the guy murmur nonsense, my senses were drawn back to my plan this evening. Talk to Chun. How hard could that be? To tell the truth?
Why is it easier to tell a lie than to tell the truth? People are used to it. They tell lies for comfort, so as not to hurt other people or themselves. But a friend once told me 'hurt me with truths but never comfort me with lies'. And I guess it's true. I would feel better if I tell him the truth anyways. I'm utterly exhausted with all the façade I'm wearing.
When the song ended, I instantly told him that I'm tired already and he reluctantly led me to my seat. I didn't even bother memorizing his name. The moment I went back to my seat, I saw Chun dancing with Selina. I felt jealous... but I don't hate them. I know that this feeling is out of bound but I can't help it. I can't control it. I'm not into vengeance, though. I just feel sad for myself. I want to be the one he's holding. I want to be the one in his arms. I want to be the one he's laughing with. I want to be the one he's looking in the eyes.
I felt my eyes turning watery and I blinked my tears away. I took my camera and snapped a shot at the couples dancing for the documentary. While snapping some pictures, I heard someone cleared his throat and asked me for a dance. I just nodded absent-mindedly.
--
[Chun]
"What's wrong with you and Ella?" she asked me with accusing eyes. I knew it. She's up to something. The moment she went over me and asked me to dance with her, I should've known. Now, how am I going to purchase a safe answer?
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," Oops. I guess it wasn't a good reply.
"Don't give me that Wu Chun. I know there's something wrong between the two of you. I couldn't just keep myself silent on one corner and watch her drown in depression," Selina retorted. Her face is grim and I know that she's determined to know the truth. But I wouldn't give her what she wanted.
"I told you there's nothing wrong between us," I replied as calm as I could.
"Oh really? A bullhead, aren't you? If you're telling the truth, I dare you to ask her for a dance. Then, you're off the hook,"
I sighed. She's really persistent. I'm going to burn in my own feelings if ever I'll ask her to dance with me. "Fine."
I saw Ella dancing with another man. She's not even talking. She's staring off to nowhere. The view made me happy. Don't get me wrong here. It means that she doesn't like the guy. When the song ended, Ella excused herself and went back to her seat.
"She's free now. It's your turn," I heard Selina muttered under her breath as she lead me towards her.
--
[Ella]
I saw Chun and Selina walking their way to my direction. I quickly busied myself with my camera and pretended to take shots. I don't know why I suddenly became nervous.
"Hi Ella!" Selina greeted while flashing me with a wide smile. I smiled back at her but it didn't reach my eyes.
She nudged Chun and he gave her an unsured look. "Chun! Why don't you ask your best friend for a dance? So rude of you, huh?" she said while pushing Chun towards me. Chun looked at me with unsteady eyes and held his hand open for me. I could feel my heart beating wildly in its ribcage. I placed my hand on his and stood up.
Chun led me to the dance floor and placed his hands, ever so gently, on my waist. I could feel the butterfly in my insides going crazy. I placed my hands gently on his shoulders and we danced in silence. I don't trust myself to speak first so I just enjoyed the feeling of his warmth enveloping me. I'm debating whether this is the right time to ask him about his act of avoidance. Chun isn't even talking to me either and I don't have any single clue about what is running on his mind.
I turned my head to look at him and I realized that he's been looking at me all this time. He turned his gaze away again and concealed his caught act in faked coughs. I was about to protest but I dismissed the idea. When the song was about to end, I turned to look at him, "Chun—" but he cut me off.
"C'mon. Let's go back," he said without even looking at me. He withdrawn his hands from me like he didn't even want to touch me in the first place and walked alongside with me.
--
[Chun]
I silently thanked God that she didn't question me when she caught me looking at her. I just can't help not to look at her angelic face. When the song finally ended, I never wasted a single moment and asked Ella for a break. I just couldn't bear to have her that close to me. I couldn't bear the feeling of keeping my hands so lightly pressed on her when all I wanted is to pull her in against me. I can't just treat her like any other friend when all I wanted is to be someone else for her.
It pained me but having her close to such proximity, yet being unable to do what I wanted to, is burning me. It's better this way, I suppose.
I led Ella back to her seat before I returned to my own. She sat quietly with a dejected expression on her flawless face. If my eyes are not deceiving me, I saw tears on her eyes threatening to fall. She bit her lip while blinking the tears away with her head bowed down. I felt bad for her. I just can't... can't hurt her even more, and myself for that matter.
Just then, I saw her dash out of the hall. I kept my eyes on her for a moment and slouched on my seat. How long can I sustain this selfishness? I don't even know if I'm selfless or selfish. Maybe I have fractions of both.
"What was that?!" Selina shrieked in my ears through gritted teeth.
"What?" I asked her back while masking my face with an innocent look.
"How can you be so dumb?! Why don't you go follow her? Isn't it what best friends are for?" she replied back.
Now, I'm not sure of what to do. If I don't follow her, she would really suspect that something was wrong. If she proved to herself that something was wrong, she wouldn't stop until she finds out what it is.
Releasing a sigh, I decided to go and pretend to look for Ella.
-4-
Chun roamed the hall aimlessly. When he had enough of the suffocating vibe, he went out and strolled through the garden. His instinct was right. This was, indeed, a long night. The breeze was cool outside and the moon was glowing on its own blaze. The garden was serene and romantic. He imagined himself walking through this path in the hotel's garden with Ella by his side. How fulfilling could that be?
He stopped on his tracks when he saw a shorthaired lady sitting on one of the benches. There's no mistaking it. It's Ella. He decided to walk to her and pry on what she's doing. When he's close enough, his heart stopped when he heard her soft sobs. It broke his heart. Instinctively, he walked towards her and sat next to her on the bench.
Ella didn't even bother looking at the intruder. She's too heart-broken and tired to do so. But the voice of the person makes her choke back her tears.
"Ella," Chun called out.
She refused to look at him especially now that he witnessed her broken side.
"Ella, it's cold out here. Why don't we go back inside?" he offered.
Ella shook her head in negation and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
Couldn't think of anything else to say, Chun asked, "Are you okay?"
Irritated with his question, Ella finally said, "Do I look okay to you?"
Loss for words, Chun just stared at Ella's accusing eyes, not knowing what to make of it.
"And why do you suddenly care? Weren't you ignoring me for the past months?" she asked, her gaze intense on his eyes.
"I..."
"You what?"
"I wasn't ignoring you, Ella. I've been very busy with the upcoming game that's why I can't spend time with you," he reasoned out, silently hoping she would buy it.
Tired to even retort back, Ella stood up and hopelessly shook her head from side to side. She looked at Chun directly in the eyes as if to convey the message she wanted him to realize.
"Please be honest, Chun. Just this once... Please... I just want to know," she said in a soft, almost inaudible voice.
The helpless and broken expression on Ella's face touched Chun's heart and he felt the urge to take the risk. It's now or never. He never thought that his unreasonable actions caused her so much pain.
Licking his lips, he said, "I don't know how to put this, Ella. But I guess it's time for you to know about it. You have the right to know..."
He stood up, facing her. She looked like an angel under the moon's light. It's been so long since he kept all of his feelings hidden. He wouldn't care anymore what else would be at stake with his confession. He couldn't let his feelings hurt the both of them any longer. He gulped hard and closed the distance between them. With his trembling and sweaty hand, he grabbed Ella's right hand and tenderly placed them on his left chest.
Her eyes were wide in shock as she could feel, very vividly, Chun's rapid heartbeat through her palm. She could feel her own heart beating with his as he stroke the back of her hand with his affectionately.
"I have feelings for you," his gaze soft on her eyes. Ella could feel her lips trembling in disbelief. "But you're my friend," his hand came to wrap around her fingers rather tighter. "And I don't know if you feel the same but I guess it's time for me to take the risk."
Ella gulped the lump forming on her throat with the sudden upturn of events. She looked searchingly on Chun's eyes and she could tell that his intentions were nothing but pure.
"Ella Chen, I love you. Can you be my girlfriend?" he said as he gripped on Ella's hand tighter. He's wishing intently that she would accept his confession. He would be the happiest man alive if that would happen.
Ella could feel his heartbeat increased in speed after saying those words. She was so elated that tears of joy formed in her eyes. She couldn't think of anything else to do so she wrapped her hands on Chun's waist and hugged him tight. "I love you too," she whispered softly but sincerely.
Chun, on the other hand, was ecstatic when he heard her respond with the affirmative. And he did what he's been painstakingly trying to avoid at the dance floor earlier that evening. He wrapped his hands on her and he couldn't help but notice the smooth skin of her back as he pulled her tighter. Ella's his now. He could feel his heart doing somersaults. He'd never been this elated in his entire life.
They pulled out from their affectionate embrace. Chun placed his coat on her when he noticed her shivering from the cold. "Do you want to go back?" he asked.
Ella shook her head.
Just then, a love song played from the hall entitled "My Valentine".
Chun gazed lovingly at Ella and asked, "May I have this dance?"
"Of course," she replied while blushing red.
Chun held her hands and put them on his shoulders. He reached out for her waist from inside his coat and gently pulled her in while holding on tight. They stared at each other with soft eyes and permanent blush on their cheeks. Chun would gradually pull Ella closer to him as the song progresses and she allowed him without protest. By the end of the song, her head is already on his shoulders and his arms are wrapped on her waist.
"Ella," Chun called.
Ella turned to look at Chun and can't help but notice his handsome smile. Chun guided Ella's arms around his neck and placed one of his hands on the small of her waist while the other is on the bare portion of her back. She could feel chills running down her spine as Chun's hand caressed her skin while inching closer until their foreheads and nose touched. He whispered against her lips, "Ella, can you give me the honour of claiming your kiss tonight?"
She was speechless when she heard his husky voice. With much confidence, as he knows that she's not going to protest, he smiled warmly and whispered, "Close you eyes."
Ella did as she was ordered. He tilted his head, looking on her lips and closed his eyes. He captured her upper lip and run his hand on the nape of her neck. He held the kiss and noticed her untutored kisses. He must've been her first kiss, he noted. Smiling to himself, he tilted to the other side and captured her bottom lip, sucking gently. His kisses sent her off her feet with the sensation he's giving her. His kisses felt so good. He felt him caressing her bottom lip with his tongue and she combed her hands to his hair as a response.
~ooOoo~
M Y V A L E N T I N E
If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need
My love, my valentine
All of my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You've opened my eyes
And showed me how to love unselfishly
I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn't love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need
My love, my valentine
And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
'Cause all I need
Is you, my valentine
You're all I need
My love, my valentine
~ooOoo~
The two stayed in each other's arms, enjoying the new-found feelings of being with one another. Indeed, only a confrontation can settle everything.
-End-
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