We looked at one another.
I smiled at him.
He blushed, looking away.
Without reason, my heart began to pound.
Why did I feel so nervous?
I stepped forward, my hand still behind my back.
I'd asked him to meet me here, hadn't I?
I wanted to be brave, didn't I?
I should be the big brave hero, shouldn't I?
I took his hand in mine.
I watched as he blushed.
Then I got down on one knee.
I held up the boquet.
We looked at each other.
He smiled at me.
I felt myself blushing, so I looked away.
I felt my pulse quicken as he stepped toward me.
Why did I feel so nervous?
He'd only asked me this morning to meet him.
Why did I feel as though something was going to happen?
When did this feeling start?
How was it that I fell in love with him anyway?
He grasped my hand.
I felt my face redden once more.
Then he got down on one knee.
I watched in astonishment as he pulled out a boquet of roses.
He gaped at me.
His face slowly began to flush red.
Then his eyes welled with tears.
How is it that this made him cry?
I felt my heart begin to race.
"Oh, Alfred..." He whispered my name.
He accepted the boquet after a second more.
Looking up at him I saw a smile.
And that was when I officially knew it.
I didn't just like Arthur; I loved him.
I couldn't help but gape at the beautiful boy before me.
He gave up his pride and wore his heart on his sleeve.
I blushed and felt my eyes tear up.
My heart pounded as I looked at him.
"Oh, Alfred..." My voice was merely a whisper.
I took the boquet from him and smiled.
He looked at me with such childish joy.
I couldn't help but think one thing.
Alfred F. Jones...
I love you.
Slowly I stood, not releasing his hand.
He held the boquet tightly, a sweet smile caressing his face.
I stepped ever closer, endangering myself.
I was now giving up the gun, as they say.
I slipped my arms around his waist.
Our foreheads pressed together, I smiled at him.
The boquet now forgotten, his arms wrapped around my neck.
I watched as he stood, not letting go of my hand.
I clung to the boquet, feeling my face grow into a smile.
His face suddenly red, he stepped forward.
I guess he was really giving up his pride.
He locked it away as his arms snaked around my waist.
He then smiled at me, pressing his forehead to mine.
I dropped the boquet, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Slowly my lips met his.
I closed my eyes.
This was my first kiss.
And it was with the man I loved.
His lips pressed on mine.
My eyes closed, my face red.
This was my first kiss.
And it was with the love of my life.
"I love you, Arthur..." I whispered as our mouths parted.
"I love you too, Alfred..." I smiled.
Happy Valentine's Day guys ;D hope you liked my poetic story... Bonus points if you can guess what song influenced this xD