What is love?
There are so many answers to that question, but to him, there is only one answer.
Love is Faith. Without her, there is no such thing as love.
As long as he gets her, make her stand by his side even though she doesn't have such feelings for him. He would be content.
"Here are your flowers," the florist politely said, handing over the delicate bouquet with daisies to him.
He smiled politely at her, his exquisite features making the florist blush before looking away.
With the flowers in hand, he turned around and started heading out, a smile on his face as his thoughts resumed from where he left off.
When did he first see her and start believing that love existed?
He would have to rewind time several years ago when he was nothing, but a hooligan scorned by all.
