𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

ʚ𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

I pray you find this letter in time before you're first love, whether they be your only, or a pit stop until you reach your final destination. If you don't, I hope you're reading this once you've found them. I was never offered a fair chance at love, my first was the worst and the second wasn't true, all until you came along. My baby boy, stirring in my arms, the most beautiful experience of love I ever felt. I'm sorry I didn't portray it, but I love you Megumi .

One day, you'll find someone, a girl perhaps, or perhaps not, whichever route your heart takes, you'll find them. The person that ignites your whole being with a fire so demanding of their love, that nothing, nor anyone could ever extinguish or compare to it. You keep them close to you, let no obstacle depart them from you, keep no distance between your kindred hearts other than the skin you save for their touch.

Cherish them, worship them with your soul, heart and mind, and show them your love with your words. Treat them like they're the only person you see, the only person you will ever have eves for and it that alone feels like a chore, find someone else.

Someone whose eyes halt the air in your lungs every time you see them, whose presence alone is enough to make your heart race and head spin. Find the one who awakens those pesky little butterflies in your stomach.

The one who makes you smile, even on the rainy days. For you deserve a love so pure, that the angels feel envy. Find them Megumi, and hold on to them.

- mom xxx

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I don't show it, but my insides are lit up in a flurry of butterflies, fucking butterflies.

I've tried to drown out the feeling, but there's no denying it, I'm nervous. My mind is suffocating in all the thoughts and possibilities of everything that could go wrong. I didn't put much thought into my plan, all I knew is that I wanted another night with Y/n, another chance to really talk to her again. An opportunity beyond that of getting a morning coffee. I glance at my watch and curse when I see it's 3:55 already. She's gets off work at 4 and it takes 15 minutes to walk from my house to the cafe, Theres no way I'm risking upsetting her by taking my motorcycle.

Fuck it. I'm running.

My desperate breaths plague the air as the pavement below takes a beating from my heavy strides. If my 13 year old self saw me now, red faced and swallowing air like it's running out, he'd be horrified. He'd wonder where the kid who ran cross country went, the one who cried the time he lost his race because his shoe slipped off in the mud.

A fuck tonne of cigarettes and trauma happened bud, that kid is long gone. The damage is done and that shit is irreversible.

I arrived at 4:05 and thank god that I'm not lying flat out on the side of the road somewhere.