Generic soppy cute story

It seemed like something out of those romance films. When in France, the couple sit at a cafe and just chat for ages, holding hands. But this wasn’t a romance film. This was reality, except it wasn’t in France, or a Cafe, but on a park bench. I kept telling myself this as he stroked his thumb along my fingers. I didn’t want him to let go. I felt so safe with him just holding me like this. We’re outside, only inches from our bodies touching, just together.

And that made me feel complete. Like all my plans to go out, get a good job, make lots of money… all that meant nothing when I was here, with him.

I haven’t had a good relationship with my parents for a long time. It’s deteriorated so much since… I don’t know. But with him, I feel whole again. No gaping problems, nothing to put me in a sombre mood.

It was already an overcast day, not really the weather for a romantic get together. But now, it got colder. The clouds let loose its goods: snow.

It began to snow. Small droplets of snow, gliding graciously down to the ground. I clutched my coat closer, but shuffled closer to him. I wanted him to cuddle me. I want to feel safe with him.

I can’t believe that he really does like me. I’m not the prettiest girl. I know there are far prettier people. I haven’t been the most agreeable of people. I’ve been shy.

And I’m cold.

* * *

I felt her move beside me. I looked at her. You can tell that anyone will get cold in this weather. I want to hug her, cuddle her. I want to be close to her. Really close.

I can’t believe she likes me. I’m not the most good-looking of guys, if good-looking at all. I don’t get how she likes me. But we get on really well. Well, I think?

I hope she likes me.

* * *

I felt him move, he shuffled closer, which I presumed was him agreeing for me to cuddle him. I shifted myself so that I was leaning towards him, and I clung to his body. His arms wrapped me around him.

The snow continued to fall, and a light dusting formed on the grass, on the bench, on us. I didn’t feel cold. I liked how I felt. Not warm… just… well; just right. Maybe it’s him. Maybe he’s keeping me warm. I smiled to myself. I feel wanted.

This wasn’t France, or a romantic cafe. This was our romance, if you can call it that. This was us. And it was perfect. You don’t need loads of gifts, or presents, or jewellry to really show love. Just make something special between two people, and you’ve found it.

I think I love him? I’ve known him only for a month or so. We’ve got on so well, and everything!

And… yeah.

He interupted my thoughts. But I wanted him to. I want to know he’s still here, and not just a statue. “Um, I got you something…”

He shuffled for a few seconds, and brought a Rose in his hand, quickly being covered in a dusting of snow. It looked beautiful.

“Here. Have it.”

I grasped it. A Rose covered in snow.

I’ve had boyfriends in the past. They have bought me things, but never a rose, even on Valentines day. This was something different. It felt so much.

* * *

I hope it’s enough. She must like it. I’m weird with symbolism like that. A red rose means so much. We’ve known each other for only a short while, but I’ve really liked her for a long time. It’s the first time I think I’ve loved someone.

* * *

Tears escaped my eyes, falling down my face.

Shit. I didn’t want this.

I moved my arm to wipe them away.

He could tell that I was crying then. He pulled me closer.

“I’m sorry if you didn’t like the Rose, or if it’s related to something personal, or something…”

He always apologised. Idiot. Stop it. But at least he does apologise.

This was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever given to me.

I turned my head, and stared into his eyes, moving my head closer, I kissed him on the cheek.

“Thankyou” I whispered.