Feeling author's note:

Halu! For the last few chapters of YMMF, I've decided to put it under Melo's POV since I do have no partiality in writing a separate book for the other half's POV. So....below's a snippet of the potty mouth yet sweet talker that he is.

Will update the 28th Chapter soon, I'm just having a hard time 'cause Melo's such a smoothie and I'm just potty :"< . Lablab ♡.

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Tonto,

The first time I saw you, I never really liked you. I thought you were a pain in the ass. Everyone knows how much I despised the sight of you. The way you looked, the way you smiled, the way you spoke, the way you walked, and even the way you breathed. I loathed every inch of you.

Conceited at its finest, that's so you. When God rained the world with self-assuredness, you must have brought tons of huge containers to gather an immense amount of it.

Stupidity could be your next palpable hobby in line, for you were always insensible and illogical. Insensible in a way that I thought you were mentally deprived of feeling emotions. Illogical in a sense that I came to a conclusion that your IQ certainly hits the borderline.

You were a perpetual bearer of headaches, constant filler of my own rage and an undeniably throat rasping woman. A hopeless case, that was what you were for me. Still and all, you are an incontestable epitome of sightliness.

You possess the comely beauty of those Disney princesses in the fairy tales that I never once abhorred to watch. But unlike the typical princesses, you were no damsel in distress. You were not waiting for a prince to bail you out from misery.

'Cause comical as it may seem, you got the cunning resemblance of a warrior in terms of your devil-may-care attitude. I could've equated you with a daredevil instead of a princess, but you got an air of supreme flaunting looks that made it impossible for me to liken you with something or anyone else.

And so, now, I had to bravely admit, that when you came, it was the beginning of an end to my unequivocal belief that I was made for men and only for men.

I may have never thought before that you would be a trouble to my unvarying homosexuality and a woman that I would never live without, but from this sunset till the next-I know for sure that living with your absence would be an end to my existence, for your presence is my only means of subsistence.

Swayed,

Philemon