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»HEY, HOSEOK?
I can't remember a single day of my life when I didn't love you.
This is my truth.
Every time I try, memories tumble back to me, all hazy and blurry, like those burned polaroids of your parents, we once found in that box up the attic – their only story being left one of incompleteness.
This is my truth as well. Like the one of me loving you with everything my soul has to offer.
I love you.
Ripping my sanity to pieces only seems like such a small price to pay.
Because what are my alternatives, really?
If I listen closely, the only thing that seems to be left between us is this gaping abyss that draws me in, always. Closer and closer - until it's right in front of me.
We've grown apart, you and I.
And I hate it, Hoseok.
I loathe it with a passion that is ready to burn my soul.
I blame you for it too, you know. For allowing it. For not holding onto me tighter. For not loving me more.
For not choosing me anymore.
I hate it. And I hate you for it.
I hate you. There, I said it.
How couldn't I throw myself right into this abyss every time we see each other?
It's the only thing that's really left.
And it's the only thing that's able to drown those demons within me, ready to rise and dig their claws into you, thrashing and screaming at you, where words fail to drip from my lips.
