Her hair smells like strawberries. That's all he registers as he holds her in his arms at last. He's been waiting too long for this moment. Except...
Except it's the wrong scent. (vanilla, vanilla)
The wind blows and the sun beats down on his neck. The park is so beautiful, just like her. It's perfect, the perfect place. Except...
Except it's the wrong scene. (moon, stars)
She lifts her head to look him in the eye and smiles brightly. She's all he ever wanted, for as long as he can remember. He loves her sparkling eyes. Except...
Except they're the wrong color. (forget-me-not)
And then, the thing he's dreamed about for years on end, she closes her eyes and leans forward - and kisses him. It's sweet and perfect. Except...
Except it's the wrong taste. (meatballs, cherry lipgloss)
He knows that it's all wrong. He knows why he can't just enjoy this like he should. But that doesn't matter to him as he kisses her back.
Strawberry, sun, chocolate, piƱa colada. It's perfect in a fantasy way.
And he blocks out every thought in his mind but her.
xx
No bashing of either Creddie or Seddie, kthx. /hearts
