U is for the way you understand me. 
On the back was written: Come to classroom 86.
After keeping my bag in my locker, I followed the instructions, walking the short distance with my heart thudding against my chest. While he was physically affectionate, Luca had never really been the romantic type. I felt like I was in an alternate universe, dating a different guy.
And I liked it.
I entered the classroom to find it empty, bar a gorgeous bouquet of bright red roses with a note sticking out of them. After taking a quick picture of the flowers because I couldn't resist, I opened up the note.
C is for the way I can count on you, no matter what. 
A is for the way I am undeserving of you. 
I checked the back which gave further directions, this time to... the cafeteria? 
"Lord, please help me." I prayed quickly, pocketing the note and grabbing hold of the flowers. A few cheers came from my schoolmates as I walked down the hall, and I smiled and waved in response, feeling like I was in a beauty pageant. 
As I approached the large cafeteria, I could hear music playing. I leaned closer to the closed doors, ignoring the weird looks I was getting, and a gasp left me when I realised the song playing. It immediately took me back to a memory of when Luca and I first started dating. 
"Are you a music person?"
Luca moved his gaze from the blue sky above us to the side of my face. He'd taken me out on a morning picnic and after stuffing ourselves we were sky-gazing. If that was a thing.
"I play piano?"
I giggled. "I know, but that's not what I meant. Do you like any specific genre? Do you listen to music often?"
He was silent as he thought. "Not really. Outside of the piano, music isn't really on my mind."
I hummed, but mentally I added another thing to my list of our differences. "There's this song my dad used to play for my mum. Whenever they argued, they wouldn't speak for ages. Just completely ignore each other, and speak through me. It made the house so tense."
"But whenever my Dad got sick of the silent treatment, he'd go to wherever my mum was, once she was at work, and start playing L.O.V.E by Nat Cole. One of the most romantic songs ever." I sighed whimsically. "She'd crack within a few seconds, and all would be fine again. Until their next argument."
I turned to look at Luca. "The funny thing is, my dad told me, at first he didn't mind the silent treatment. He thought it was better than her constantly nagging him. But later, he realised she hated it. My mum is the type to say whatever is bothering her, so bottling things up was hard. So, he only ever played the song for her, not because the silence was bothering him, but because he knew it hurt her, even if she initiated it. Selfless acts like that are the most romantic, I think. Though you're mad with the person you love, you still put them first, even if you don't want, or have to."
I turned back to the sky, unsure of how I was feeling. It was the delicate balance between happy and sad, an emotional area of uncertainty from a mixture of the two. "He always did small, intimate gestures like that, never the big and flashy ones. That's how my mum likes it, and I think I prefer those as well."
Luca took my hand with his own, squeezing it gently. "Play the song for me."
So I did. As we lay down side by side, holding hands and gazing up at the sky with Nat Cole singing in the background, I wondered if we would have our own song too. 
"Fallon, what are you waiting for?" A voice broke me out of my trip down my memories. I turned to see one of my classmates, grinning at me. "Get in there!" She exclaimed, and graciously opened the door for me. 
Someone, I wasn't sure who, practically shoved me inside. Cheers erupted and my gaze immediately landed on Luca who was standing on top of the centre table.
"There she is!" DId he have a microphone?
"Happy six month anniversary, Fallon." He was in his element, practically glowing as he stood on the makeshift stage. "I remember telling you I wasn't much of a music person, but today, for you, I will be."
My mouth dropped open. Luca remembered?
The next few minutes blurred by. I remember being ushered to a seat, taking in the live band that was performing alongside my boyfriend and my ecstatic classmates. He never looked away from me as he sang one of my favourite songs, and I swear, it was like we connected on a whole other level.
Luca was far from perfect. But so was I. He'd never shied away from pointing out my wrongdoings, while I wrote his down in my journal. 
But we weren't meant to be perfect. Even if we appeared so to everyone else, it wasn't the case. And in that moment, I didn't want us to be. 
If perfect meant there were only highs and no lows, only gain and no loss, only joy and no sadness in our relationship, then it was useless to me. While Luca had hurt me in the past, when he did things like this, signing his heart out to me at school, it reminded me of what we had.  
A relationship that was messy and twisted, but in its own beautiful way. Like a wilted rose that had been abandoned for long, but with nurturing and care, could be brought back to life. 
Maybe there was hope for me and Luca. Maybe one day, we truly would have our own song.