I don't need a rollercoaster to turn my world upside down; your ethereal glow in the funfair lights is enough to make my gravity disappear. My heart floats like a helium balloon when you're near. 

At the shooting gallery, the scent of sweets on your breath almost makes me shoot cross. I don't need you to help me aim, my back pressed against your chest… Why? Because the twists and turns of our funhouse flirting already make me feel like I've won the game. 

But, when I turn to look into your eyes, I see: we aren't meant to be.