It wasn't that it was exceptionally hard to love him. Nor was it that my love wasn't returned by him either. In fact, many would see it as picture perfect romance- love mixed with just the right amount of passion and understanding. A perfect blend of colours against an evening sky. Simply, perfect.
He loved me and I loved him. It was pure, honest and raw love- both of us standing in front of each other, for each other and next to each other in our most vulnerable times, shredding off the covers of our hearts, part by part, as we let the other look through it- even through the many insecurities and the deepest secrets that we promised never to reveal to anyone but only breaking such promises all too readily now. Nothing was wrong. Nothing would ever turn wrong; I don't doubt it. I never could.
Yet, there is always a 'but'.
Despite our 'perfect romance' where nothing seemed to tarnish like silver spoons and where our reflections were always crystal clear, and despite our 'honest love' that we both seemed to be so proud of, there was something that we couldn't unsee.
It wasn't exactly a problem for it never caused any turbulence in our flight to reach wonderland. Rather, it was something that couldn't be changed no matter how hard we tried to. It was like that coffee stain that cannot be removed from the shirt. It remained. And we adjusted and we grew into it. With it.
Yet the fact that I was visually impaired always seemed to be getting in our way to making it to wonderland. And no, it didn't cause any turbulence, as I said.
It never let us take off at the very first place.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Why you sad?
I don't know, hajmola! 😂😂
Sorry. Bad joke.
New story and no, I'm not discontinuing the other story. I'm just bored of that one.
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Colours of you
Fanfiction"I saw the colours of his soul appear, day by day- turning from a faint speck of hue to the bright shade of love." A Kim Taehyung fanfiction.
