Yesterday, we were still flirting.

Today, you stopped.

You turned away and let out a sigh.

But… It wasn't rejection…

It was disapproval.

Was I no longer pleasing to the eye?

Then I thought…

You've never shown disapproval…

But, yesterday…

We were still flirting…

Then, I thought…

From flirting to disapproval…

From courting to acceptance…

You already won the prize…

Am I mad?

Or should I be content?

I don't think it's an achievement.

No, this the next stage.

The true test begins now…

Alas, I've always loved overcoming a challenge.

Always growing, always advancing.

If it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t be enjoyable.

“Hey, what are you smirking at?”

I smile. “Nothing, babe.” I say.

And so I wonder,

What is this spell I’m under?

Is it love I seek?

Or is it life? Is it the thrill of the kill?

The achievement and the reward…

I look up at him. Can I do two at once?