In his 178 years of living, he has never met any human that would be able to stir these unreciprocated feelings he has for you.

Oh how he longed for your arms to wrap around his…those beady black eyes that you have stare at your paramour’s blushing cheeks.

His unsent roses and letters wilt in the present time being. Denoting the flame of covetousness arouse from deep within his stoical soul.

“I am the one for you, not him.”

an immensely jealous tone escapes from him.