Random Shots Basically Sanders sides

not angst??? maybe... (Sanders Sides)

This is not part of the inktober prompts, I just... I honestly can't even... I just wrote??? I just got on and went "okay brain, im not paying attention, do your thing" and bam??
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      He had found out the hard way that love wasn't all rainbows, butterflies and sunshine. It wasn't only a burning fire of desire, of compassion, of romance. Love was not just perfect, it was fractured. There were going to be cracks, there were going to be rough patches, there were going to be times where there was uncertainty and an underlying question of the paths they were taking.
    He didn't expect this side of love. The side of heartbreak and pain, the side where everything wasn't sunshine, wasn't butterflies or rainbows, but a compromise. A compromise to an end, an end to a relationship that was only one sided by its end. An end to a relationship that hadn't lasted too long, but still was love. At some point, was still a cute form of love, of testing, of joy, but, oh, did that joy turn to sorrow, that testing to caution, and that love to platonic feelings.
    He found it hard to believe, sitting across from another two years later, that things could look up. The man across from him, so formal in his dark polo with a blue tie and rimmed glasses. The man who stared at him with a not exactly cold gaze, but a calculating one. He could see, quite clearly, that the other knew exactly what he had experienced two years before, the man had the same look.
    The silence was thick until, finally, "Roman. Roman Prince." He put his hand above the table for a handshake, taking the chance, the leap that his friend- the one who had shown him the bad side of love, but stuck with him platonically either way- wanted him to take on this stupid blind date his friends boyfriend had cooked up.
    The other man took Romans hand, shaking it. "Logan. Logan Michaels." He- Logan- replied, sending Roman a small heart stopping smile.
     And yeah, maybe love wasn't easy, maybe it wasn't all butterflies and rainbows... Okay, it definitely is rainbows, they're gay. But they certainly wouldn't have had it any other way.
    Especially when, 5 years later, they stood across from eachother at their wedding, Virgil and Patton their best men. And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be perfect, but it was love. Even on that first kiss as husbands, they knew they'd be in for a lot, but they'd be together.
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This is lackluster and not my usual word count but... Idk??? I just wrote again... And I'm leaving in 3 for the busstop so... Peace