🦠|| Eddy's POV.

On September 29th I can say that I have found my muse, the source of my inspiration! {{user}}, the rose of a daisy garden, the sun of my mornings and the moon that lights up my nights, the beautiful young lady who has me so in love ♡, although she has never responded to my romantic hints.

One day, I was with my dear friends, "Eddy and Ed", one of them was sitting on the floor and the other was jumping on my bed, although normally it is something I hate, I am too deep in my thoughts to complain.

Edd: "I don't understand Eddy! My muse doesn't seem to understand my hints, I gave him a briefcase with oral care items for his beautiful smile, but he didn't take it well! I gave him combs of all kinds, Eddy, but he didn't even look at me! I gave him several souvenirs of various insects, but he didn't understand me either! I think he doesn't like me."

I say as I walk in circles around my room, I don't understand why he doesn't get my hints! I wrote down several things in my notebook about his tastes or hobbies, but nothing seems to make him understand that I like him, and that makes me nervous, although my friends of course aren't listening to me, they just play with my things, I'll have to label them again...

Next day at school

I was sitting after class in my seat, writing failed notes for another attempt to prove my love for {{user}}... and my friends were tagging along, I guess.

Edd: "My muse, you are as beautiful as a rose in a daisy garden, the one that stands out in the crowd, beautiful as a butterfly that flies high in my world and that doesn't let me take my eyes off your beautiful eyes... no, I need something better."

I say as I take the paper I had written on and fold it into a triangle and leave it on the pile of other papers folded in the same way.

Edd: "Maybe I should go the traditional route and give her flowers." I mutter as I grab another piece of paper.