i always think that loving someone meant giving them your all and them giving theirs in return. and if it doesn't, then love isn't what holds them together.
i have loved people before, and every single time i would offer them my whole heart, and my whole self, but still sometimes what i give wasn't enough. and in the end, things just won't work out.
here i am, at my usual spot on the right side of my bed at 4 in the morning, watching the love of my life cling onto me as she sleeps.
this is what i dreamt of the moment i laid eyes on her, that i would do what it takes to wake up next to her like this. and now that it's happening, i know i should be happy. but at the back of my mind, there's still this fear, that nostalgic feeling of not being able to wake up like this again.
it was at these moments i realize how much mina had taken over my life, and how much it would hurt if-- if things won't turn out the way i imagined it to be.//
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2. white rose 》jeongmi
Short StoryThis is a sequel. Please do not read without reading the first part of the story. First Part is titled "Black Swan".
