....The room was dark...and one by one the candles were lit. A soft plucking could be heard, a very faint humming of the simple tune (ill be by Edwin McCain). All the candles were now giving a soft glow. It was like a pathway leading only to that one person in the dark...the one who is now singing to me. I know that voice, I fell in love with that voice, but now I am in love with this boy who owns this caressing voice. I do not see anything but the candles that light my path towards him. I can't seem to control my own feet, it's like on cue I start walking towards him, eager but very slow, as if I am afraid. I can feel my heart beat leap with every inch. The fear fading away, my heart starts to slow itself down. I'm almost there. "I'll be your love suicide...." He gets up from the chair, still singing, still plucking; I can feel his eyes on me. I finally reach him. He kneels down. I can somewhat see his face now. He is nearing the end of the song. "...the greatest fan of your life..." He puts down his guitar, holds my hand and he gets up. He doesn't speak; he leads me to the door on the opposite side of the room. He opens the door, as we enter a soft instrumental of Hear you me by jimmy eat world plays. The light is still dim. There is a small table set up for a dinner for two. He pulls out a chair for me and sits in front of me. Someone else in the room served us our meal. He again took my hand and led me to another room. This time it was bright and I could see his face very clearly now. This was all he said "I may not make sense most of the time, I may not act like I care, I may be the biggest jerk you know, I may be other bad things, but know this, I am yours." He walks away from me not once looking back, and right then and there, I felt lost, alone, and stupid.
