A bewitching day it may seem is when a handsome lad escorted a damsel with lively heart into a ball for a dance, but for us it started the other way around.
I did not see you as striking and gallant like those lasses proclaimed you to be. A dear man, noble and gentle you appear to those sparkling eyes who meekly watch eyed every move you make, every step you take and every word you speak. I goad to defy their sensitivity and approbation towards you and the same way you are to me.
Many nights we get into each others nerves and never start with a smile or a simple shrug of hello, but just all back talk of cockiness from our actions of stupidity for all those lame answers that we threw into each others faces.
You are a very proud man and I beg to deviate if why they hug the idea that it appears pleasing to them, whilst you in other hand begged pardon on my doggedness over you.
We never leave a day without disagreeing matters over matters and excuses over other excuses. But twist could happen in human lives and this I was not certain to.
One night, you asked for a dance and how did my mouth found no supremacy to utter an answer of condemnation, instead leaving you with “you may.”
The music started and every one brought their feet together with their cohorts on the dance floor. You leaded the way and seized my hands. You were hushed and so as I am. I busied my gape from one partner to another. Never did a solitary word come out from our mocking tongues and yet we only end the night with a vivid smile of retort.
This is a wide of the mark feeling; there must be a slip-up here. Me? Beginning to be fond of you? Oh not in a million years.
But how can really two people like each other when they at the first place despised each others company? This got to impede, but how am I going to tame my swollen with pride heart?
I dispossessed myself from going your way. Steer clear of all the places that I knew where my eyes can perceive a fleeting look of you as possible. But you seemed to be working on the other track, wholly opposite to what is in store on my coiled and fragile mind.
You occurred to all affairs I attend to and always made a grand display in front of my own eyes when I myself in full content kept my distance.
I can not bear to see in your minds eye that you are toiling tough to my proud and defiant yet in so affirm of oblivion heart.
Could there be any chance of an heir and a commoner to love each other with out hurdle? Could there be in any way of two different souls to fall into each others sanctity and that even a little hold of dream and hope of it is the last thing we could ever provoke to our common sense?
If what they say that “sometimes the last person on earth we want to be with is the one person we can not be without” I think that is how we both came to be, so compelling and bewitching.
So now our stubborn hearts finally respite to where it really belongs.
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