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Its fucking 3:38 am

The slow breeze in the evening with someone that you are head over heels for, now that's how every day should be.

Or at least I thought.

I wanted to see his smile. Run in a field of sunflowers with him. Look at the clouds with him. His shy gestures, those innocent peeks he gave while we had breakfast together thinking I never knew about it all. I wanted all that.

But there are some things in life, no matter how much one wants it, no matter how far you've crawl out of hell, no matter for who you have given your soul to the devil for, some things... never happen.

Some people aren't just meant to be together. And even if they are, either they're tested so much that in the end, even if love is just at the corner they give up. They give it all up. Everything they have worked so hard for, all this time, it was for nothing.

There are times when at the start, you're not actually in it for love, you fall on the way. Maybe trip on the sidewalk once or twice that in the end, you actually do fall. And the one you expect to catch you is right there, beside you, laughing at you. But it's not anything bad. Because you love that smile.

You love it enough to sometimes put your feelings aside for the other.

But that last part,

How does one explain it to someone, who's on their knees, wounded, wailing, screaming, bleeding, in pain, begging you not to do so?

How does one explain?

How?

Because I couldn't.

I couldn't so I just walked away. Like a miserable fool does for money. Like me who did it for just some mire paper; money in his eyes.

The shit you guys are
so not ready for has begun 👀

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