He met his match.

Every time they met, and each moment she looked into his eyes, it felt like butterflies in his stomach. When he was with her, his heart beats like an over-caffeinated drummer. He can't recall when was the last time anyone able to make him felt this way.

Sat inches closed, her breathing so soft, and his heart, beats so loud. Their eyes glued onto the tv screen enjoying the movie. He, on the other hand, enjoyed her company. In the midst of the show, he slowly moved his hand toward hers, and her head resting on his shoulder, that intimate closeness, he wished that the time would just stop ticking.


Everything seem so real, the feeling, the touches and words she said.

He opened his eyes, seemed so familiar, the white ceiling, the windows, he found out that he was dreaming, a sweetest ever dream of his life.

Rather, he is no match for her. To him, she's flawless.