I always used to think that I would know when I fell in love. I had always believed love was definite, an overpowering feeling and sensory overload. As I now know, that’s the definition of lust. Not that I know the definition of love, because love is indefinable; it’s not tangible. No matter how many times you compare their eyes to the boundless sea or smile to an exotic sunrise love is something you just feel. In my case, it slithered, sneaking up and slowly stabbing me in the chest as each day I realized more and more. There was never a deep enough red, never a bright enough yellow, never a pure enough white; I had run out of colors, out of my mind. And as I looked at him, smiling that smile of his; I had to excuse myself, smoke bleeding into the break of dawn.
I know this is annoying but come on now stay with me herreee
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the one percent [5sos a.u.]
FanfictionBeacons of opulence, luxury, and beauty. Known for their lavish lifestyles, scandalous affairs, and high expectations. And as they reach the cusp of adolescence and adulthood, love, power, and wealth will threaten to tear down the empire that compri...