Manolo My Romeo

Maria had always adored him. Though both of her friends were charming, in their own unique way, Manolo just seemed to be more intriguing. He had a genuine heart, a voice that was so masculine, yet sensitive at the same time. His personality had no flaws except that whenever his decisions came at a cross road, he tended to back up traffic. Oh, but that look of his; who could ever turn it away?

He took care of his build, his smile was made out of silvery pearls, those eyes of his reminded her of a warming last day of summer, when the leaves began to change, and the wind cooled; but the sun kept its warmth even as it set.

Caramel skin, and a bittersweet brown to his wavy hair. One large curl at the top, and a sweet little one on the back of his ponytail.

Ever since the day they met as children, he'd always carried that guitar with him. He strummed more than he talked. It's like that was his way of speaking; he strummed on bad days, sad days, glad days, any day!

Best of all, he always knew how to cheer her up. Everytime she frowned, he'd pick her up in his arms in a bridal fashion, and twirl.

She loved those moments. However, it didn't take much for him to get dizzy and fall; but he always made sure she wouldn't hit the ground. He used himself to break her fall.

"Sorry!" He'd laugh through a nauseous grin.

Don't tell anyone, but sometimes, Maria'd frown on purpose; just to get him by her side, and in his arms. Whenever he held her, she felt safe. No one will harm her when he's around.

Though most people hate insomnia, she merely loved it for the fact that they'd walk out onto the front porch, Manolo will pick her up, put her in the hammock, and sway it gently with his shoe while he sang and strummed. The moon and a-twinkling galaxies became the nightlight, while Manolo's voice became the lullaby.

He only had one for her, but it never got old.

"...I love you too much, to leave without you loving me back, I whisper your name night after night..."

When he finished, if it was a warm night, he'd cover her with an old blanket, and recline in a wicker chair and retire for the night under the stars.