"You strengthen my weaknesses, keeping me sane."
...
"Sure, whatever you want to say to me, sunflower. I'm all ears," he tells me, his forehead creasing as he looks at me expectantly.
"You do realise that if you look at me like that, I would never be able to tell you what I mean to say?" I frown at him, rolling my eyes at his foolishness.
"Oh, okay, sorry." And then he lowers his eyes to his hands, earning a groan from me.
"Why aren't you looking at me?!" I whine, "Look at me too!"
"Oh, my God!" He complains, "How do you expect me to look at you but not look at you either?!"
"I don't know! Figure it out or forget about my confession!" I grunt, crossing my arms and turning my face away from him.
I can see him shaking his head at me in my periphery. His hand touches my chin and turns my face towards him and this slightest touch causes me to blush.
