A/N listen the song first, then listen it again while reading💕
I will not kiss you.
Why? Why didn't you kiss me?
It is 14th of November, a cold London morning. I am worrying my ass off, staring directly at the red box.
Which holds a ring.
A ring.
For you.
I am praying to every religion I know, just to make sure.
And hell, I am sweating.
A lot.
It is near 7, when I decide to pick you up. You walk out of your small apartment, into my crappy car.
It doesn't deserve you.
I don't deserve you.
But damn, you are gorgeous.
Your blonde hair is looking absolutely amazing with your pale skin and your greeny blue eyes are looking directly at me.
I run to you, hugging and squeezing as hard as I can.
In all honesty, I notice you look a little different.
Your lips are chapped.
You get into the car.
We drive away.
You seem quiet.
I decide to leave you to your thoughts.
Wrong decision.
It was three months ago when I've last seen you.
Stupid job made me travel.
I'm going to quit.
Just to be with you.
You still seem upset.
I ask why.
You say you are just tired.
You are quiet the whole night.
You drink a lot of water.
I decide to pop up the question.
You also say that you want to tell me something.
We decide to say it together.
"Will you marry me?"
Know that I will never marry.
I'm counting the days to go.
This just ain't livin.
And I just hope you know,
"I want to break up."
I drop the ring on the table.
You start crying and say that you are sorry but this would not work out.
I yell that we were together for over 3 years and you still don't see a future together.
I accuse you for playing me.
You get up and run outside.
I follow you.
You get into a taxi after looking at me with tear-filled eyes.
I stand there, heartbroken.
Several hours later, I get the call.
I drive to the hospital but they say I'm late.
Your friend tells me that you broke up with me because it would be harder if we were together.
I tell her that you were wrong.
And now I am crying.
We buried you in your favourite colours, with your sisters and your brothers.
And, I will not kiss you.
Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.
You... You really should've kissed me.
Yes the hardest part of this is leaving you.
