She's perfect to him. No matter how much she may seem strange at times, he knows she's perfect. He knows she's the one for him. So what holds him back?
It's him. He holds him back. The sour voice that tells him things he doesn't want to hear. The voice that ruins everything before it's begun. The voice that always is louder than his.
She keeps him back too. She's perfect, and he doesn't want to be rejected. Her beauty, her talent, the way her voice is so easy for her. He knows she's going to be great. And he knows that when her chance comes, he'll be left behind. He'll be the one that everyone knew that he was in love with her except her. The one who never had enough courage.
Cat.
She was perfect. The way her name simply rolled off his tongue made him smile.
Cat.
He tested the name again. The emotion he was unwillingly putting into one simple name. Three letters. One syllable.
Cat.
Her voice so effortlessly raising up into the highest notes. How at ease she looked whilst performing.
Cat.
The girl he'd known since he was 13 and fell in love with when he was 15.
Cat.
The beauty that had red hair. The colour of red velvet cupcakes. Her favourite food.
Cat.
The one who could never know how he felt.
Cat.
'Cause she'd reject him if she knew.
Cat.
I
Love
You.
.~/Robbie\~.