You and Son had broken up over 2 months ago and believe it or not, he's always on your mind. Everything you do reminds you of him, which leads you to crying yourself to sleep or just breaking down in the middle of the day. It's no fun.
Just wishing he was okay, everyday. You prayed he would think the same. You prayed he would still think about you and love you the same way you do.
It was coming, you both saw it coming, and you ignored it, not wanting to realize it, you procrastinated. He wanted to keep you to himself for the last time, before going the opposite direction and chasing his dreams. He was the best thing that happened to you. Son fixed you and made you become a better individual, but you're afraid you'll become who you were a couple of years back.
He loved you so much.
Everytime you come home from work, you expect him to be home and pepper you with kisses and hugs, make you food and bring you out to dates, those moments you cherished and you still hang on to dearly.
It just hurts so bad.
But you still had to put on a smile for the audience and act as if nothing, because you don't show that side. You were never taught to. You bottle everything and you end up taking your anger out on people or even yourself.
His touch made you melt, his lips, his stare, him, just him made you bend over backwards, it was such an amazing feeling. The feeling of being loved by someone, by Son. Only Son.
You watched him through the screen as he was running around the field and showing his iconic hand pose to the camera. He looked so happy, it made you feel as if you were restraining him from being happy. And it broke you so much more.
That day, you still remember. The way he hugged you and cried. Kissing your neck, and holding onto you, gripping you so tightly. It tore you apart, made you weak to the knees.
His mole, his eyes, his smile, the one you fell for. He's a living angel.
His beauty you never forget.
