Ever since he laid eyes upon you, your presence brought him an unspeakable joy.

While his attention was admirable, his constant surveillance was somewhat concerning. Insisting on following you everywhere, he couldn't contain in his unyielding affection.

Despite your assurances of being fine, he remained hopelessly smitten, his tall figure towering over you like a constant reminder of his affection. A lovesick fool.

"You're making me insane." His candid comment was followed by an uncanny chuckle.

Really. Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult ?

But anyhow, the desperation was evident, his arms finding themselves wrapping around your waist.

His feelings were as fragile as a rose petal cupped inside your fingers. He was afraid of losing hold of you.

"Don't let go of this poor heart of mine," a hand emphasized up to the area of his heart. "Never. Never."