Good that you moved on, much better than me.
I thought I could too because I had good things to distract myself too.
I had BTS.
But when I closed my eyes.
All I could see was dark blank walls.
Too blinded to find light.
Nevertheless, I was reminded of Namjoon's words.
To love myself.
To give myself more love rather than hate.
Because it was never our fault.
It's just that people make it seem like it's all ours.
And we shouldn't take it really into the head.
The last sentence was difficult to accept because I can't decide what my head wants to receive and what not.
Because I was blinded.
And BTS was slowly creeping my every sense until I happened to realise he was really someone I was so heartbroken about.
Because he wasn't any better or even a gentleman.
Like BTS are.
They were and always will be my distraction.
A good distraction at that.
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Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
