"You turned out to be more than a blessing."
A man with endless charms and captivating skills pursues the woman of his dreams. Almost everyday, he buys her flowers at a particular flower shop. But as time goes on, what if he falls in love with the f...
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I skated onwards, clutching a beautiful red rose. Going to Lea's house was usually one of my favorite things to do ever since I'd been looking forward to meet her. Whenever I had no works to do, I would take the initiative to ask her if I could call on. Of course she knew I liked her, she even let me court her. It was an amazing pleasure to be chasing after someone who was so likable in almost every aspect of their life, so of course I was so honored to be a welcomed suitor.
Every time I visited her, we would do various things casually. In her living room we'd mostly play video games or watch movies—old or new, as long as they were her favorites—while munching on chips. At times we'd order pizza and just chill (not really), listening to awful metal rock music on a sunny day. I always tried to sneak in and play my kind of music on the stereo, which was lofi hip hop. However, all my efforts were to no avail as she'd turn off the music and start begging me to switch it back to hers. Metal rock really wasn't my cup of tea, it was sort of like annoying and devilish. I wholeheartedly disliked it.
Random fact, Lea hated the rain. It was hilarious whenever she acted like her life was over whenever the weather forecast stated that the sky would drizzle. I couldn't imagine being with her in a situation wherein we would cuddle in bed, whilst it was raining so hard outside. I guessed she'd even start having a temper tantrum. If that was heaven to me, that was torture to her.
I tried to wonder about it, how we seemed to be actually growing apart. I'd realized that as Lea and I kept getting closer, the lesser we became connected. Sure, the bond was still there like an existing friendship in which one person had unreciprocated feelings for the other, but I thought like I was being pulled away. It wasn't the same anymore. The usual bliss that I felt whenever I was with her seemed to already disappear, and instead, I felt left out. The smile I naturally wore felt forced now, like it was my responsibility to show her how I enjoyed our time together. But frankly I. . . didn't, not anymore. There was something missing. Everything we did seemed to be so magical, but looking at her, she was ordinary, I guessed.
Shaking off the thoughts, I reminded myself that doubting one's own feelings wouldn't be a good idea. I had to be persistent and true to my words. The feeling of doubts tightened its grip, suffocating me. It made me suddenly think that, why would I stay true to something so false? False, was this the right word?
It didn't take me long to reach Lea's nice-looking, two story house. The exterior was as amazing as the interior. It wasn't necessarily looking like it was worth of billions of dollars, but it was pleasing to see; admirable. The bottom part of the exterior (ground floor) were built with bricks and had a rust orange color, some parts were painted with neutrals like the two silver pillars standing securely on each side of the house. The upper part, on the other hand, had been wholly painted with plain peach color. The overall combination gave immense aesthetic delight, and I sincerely thought it was nice.
