I may not be the most patient man, but not when it comes to you angel. I waited enough, blindly and naively you could say. Maybe someday I will tell you how much I desired you my whole life and how stupidly I imagined you being with me, knowing that...
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I was never a morning person. If there is something I despise, besides my mother obviously, is waking up early. No matter how many hours of sleep I get, it would never be enough. I could have a good 10 hours rest and would still wake up tired as fuck.
Don't event get me started on the snooze button. You are looking at the perfect addict of this tiny little invention, which I like to personally think as one of Satan's best works out there. Who else could've invented such a "harmless" thing as snoozing, if not the devil himself. It is not my proudest trait, but I am the type of person who snoozes for an entire hour, before actually getting up and out of bed.
It is not only the waking up part that I hate, but the whole process of getting ready and starting your day. Waking up, brushing your teeth, taking a shower, having breakfast and eventually start functioning. How am I supposed to do all that, if I need at least 1 hour to even function at half capacity. And we are talking here in case of a 10 good hours of sleep, which didn't happen today.
Last night I slept probably around 3-4 hours, partied all night and drank like the world was ending. No wonder my head is about to explode. Add to that equation a naked guy in your bed, who is snoring like his life depended on it and you can give me directly a gun to shoot myself in the head, get this over agony, make it quick and painless.
Regardless, there is something more I despise than waking up early, and that is being woken up after a night like yesterday. Let's just say, it would be safer to poke a bear with a stick, than to try to wake me up right now. Although the results would be probably the same. I would bite your head off without any kind of remorse.
An even though he knows not to mess with me under this excruciating circumstances, he still called me three times already. He, Hoseok, one of those important people I told you about. Known him since kindergarten, grew up together and is practically like a brother to me. His mom took care of me and Alex since we were little, after our bitch of a mother decided that motherhood wasn't for her.
Hobi is a ray of sunshine literally and figuratively. He can enter a dark room and throw some words around, smile a little bit and everything will be litten up in no time. He has a contagious smile, which lifts up instantly your mood, even mine in the morning. That is a powerful weapon.
Today is our last day in Ibiza and our flight leaves in a couple of hours. He knows I need more time than him to start properly functioning, so I get it why he is already calling me so early. I will let it slip this time.
My exhibition tour from Europe ended one week ago and we decided to indulge ourselves in a little vacation to Ibiza. We always wanted to come here, heard so many good things about this place. The people, the locations, the party's, the man - you heard that correctly - should be amazing. It was the perfect place to let loose before going back to Seoul, a place I left two years ago.
I am aware that I am not fully prepared to go back, but it is time to face it. I am tired of running away and actually more disappointed by my coward ass. Besides, I promised you a hell of a ride and I am not one to break a promise.
