She’ll never be the one that got away. I immediately grabbed her as soon as the opportunity presented itself, knowing how delicate she can be, as complicated as can be. I never realized it, but I should have known better. I should’ve just walked away. It was far easier. But I did what I had to do: I’d rather die than give up. And so, I chased her.

I want her. I want her every day. I want every bit of her.

She is the type of girl that doesn’t come along every day, so I acted fast. I approached her wearing my most genuine smile. Day by day, I tried to impress her: read her favorite book, watched her favorite Netflix series. I did everything just to catch her precious attention, the same attention that every man in the room wanted.

Given her innocence, she probably wouldn’t understand. But for me, it seems like a dream. I’m crazy in love with her.