The opening line stopped her cold. She’d braced herself for another eloquent, sophisticated piece. Instead, a tidal wave of pure corniness crashed over her from the very first sentence.
It read, “Elliana, did you know? The moment I first saw you, I suspected your shoes were enchanted. Otherwise, how could every step you take land perfectly on the beat of my heart?”
She’d never suspected Cole harbored this capacity for such cheesy lines.
After the initial shock subsided, Elliana struggled to contain her amusement, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to protect Cole’s fragile pride.
Once she’d wrestled down the laughter threatening to escape, she pressed onward—but the deeper she ventured into the text, the more impossible it became to suppress her rising giggles. She’d never imagined that alongside the emotional gravity of the first draft, this version would be absolutely saturated with cheesy lines woven throughout.
“Elliana, are you a remote control? Otherwise, how are you flipping all my emotional channels with one press?”
“A mysterious man told me something important is missing from my life—so I’ve come to ask you to fill the empty space.”
“I’ve never even seen you cook, but I’m convinced you’d be amazing at it. Otherwise, how did you fry my heartbeat to a perfect medium-rare with one glance?”
“I think my eyesight’s been getting worse. Why else would the entire world auto-focus on you every time I look your way?”
“I have a suspicion you’re a shopping cart. Because the second I see you, my heart fills up with everything I want to buy for you.”
One line after another jumped off the page, each one sending a little electric jolt through Elliana’s heart. It was the first time in her life she’d been bombarded with cheesy love lines, and Cole wasn’t just giving her a taste—he was giving her a seven-course banquet of them.
This second application stretched past twenty thousand words—almost ten thousand more than the first—and most of that extra bulk was pure, concentrated cheesiness. It was like he was spoon-feeding her corniness nonstop.
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Elliana read on, paragraph after paragraph, the urge to laugh growing stronger with every sentence. By the end, her face was warm from the effort of holding it in, and her chest felt tight, like laughter was trying to burst out.
She had wanted to stay composed for Cole’s sake, but the moment she hit the final paragraph, her restraint shattered. There was no holding back—she erupted into full, uncontrollable laughter.
This was what Cole had written in the final section: “Elliana, let me make one final statement. Recently, while studying geometry, I realized your face forms the perfect angle to break down all my defenses! And according to new research, the gravitational waves from your smile have permanently altered my trajectory—you are now fully responsible!”
“Ha-ha!” Elliana’s laughter erupted so loudly that it could have shaken loose every speck of dust clinging to the ceiling above.
She never in a million years could have foreseen Cole transforming the second application into such an extravagantly cheesy, cornball masterpiece—especially that closing paragraph. Weaving together math and physics references? It detonated a thousand miniature fireworks across her heart in a single, breathtaking instant. Cole could have effortlessly seized the throne as the reigning King of Cheesy Love Lines.
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