I used to dream about love,
and when I woke up I would cry
because
it
was
so
beautiful
warm,
like the sunsets in autumn,
gentle,
as the kiss of the wind upon bare flesh
I used to dream about love
and when I woke up I cried
because
I
dreamed
of
love
even when I was awake
-Jackson
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Ink Stained Hands | Yugyeom & Jackson
FanfictionInk stained hands, I don't even notice them. How can I, when I'm looking at you? [or the collection of short texts where Jackson loves Yugyeom with all his heart but his heart isn't what Yugyeom wants]
