Why do people drift apart?
Why can't you just be in love and stay in love?
Where does it go?
I know it's never truly gone.
Because even with dirt in my eyes and roses on my chest,
I know I still love him.
I know I still love you.
Where did you go?
Where did we go?
Is there still hope for us?
It feels like I'm stuck at sea,
and I want nothing more than to be back in the warmth of your arms.
I'm sinking my love.
Where did that warmth go?
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your sweater // markhyuck
Hayran Kurgu"just hold me" A short oneshot that is more poetry than an actual story.
