Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
She was trying not to.
Oh, it was so hard to resist temptation, but she was determined.
No matter what he did, what he said, or all of those amazing cute and sweet things he did for her (not that she'd ever admit they were of the cute or sweet persuasion) she would not give in.
She wouldn't fall in love with him.
She wouldn't let herself.
She had to resist.
Oh, but it was so hard not to.
It was especially hard when he brought her coffee, or breakfast, or meals in general. It showed her that he was genuinely interested in her wellbeing, and her continued good health.
And she kinda liked that too, not that she'd ever admit it.
Ever.
But then he'd do something; it might be little, it might be completely him and big, but it would warm her heart, and slowly put a chip in the protective barrier she'd erected around herself.
And then, one day when they were walking in public, he reached to hold her hand, and she let him.
Because he'd already wormed his way into her life, he may as well have her hand too.
Because, as much as she was trying to avoid the admission, she had fallen in love with him.
