Every day, he thinks of her—
How did I ever get so lucky?
In a universe of billions,
it was her eyes that found his.
Like fate held its breath
and whispered, this one.
Her smile?
It melts him every time—warm, genuine,
like sunshine slipping through half-closed blinds.
Her laugh?
Playful, free, the kind that stays with you
long after the moment's gone.
When First Date by Blink-182 plays,
he swears it was written for this feeling—
the butterflies, the wonder,
the way time disappears when she's near.
He's jealous—
not in the petty way,
but in the way that aches
because others get to see her light
when he's still waiting to hold it again.
"There Is" by Box Car Racer
spills into his headphones,
a quiet confession he's too shy to say aloud.
Because everything in him belongs to her—
the past, the ache,
the dreams where they never let go.
He dreams of her nightly,
whispers her name into pillows that don't answer.
But still, he believes—
One day,
she'll be there beside him,
her head on his chest,
their fingers woven like vines.
And when that day comes,
he'll kiss her forehead and whisper,
In a room full of stars,
you were the only one that ever truly saw me.
