MY OBSESSION | P.J.M

28.

Y/n

[Idea of love]

"Hi princess, how have you been today?" He blanketed my evening with his sweet hi. He looked at me and I could finally see what I felt like was missing from his eyes for the longest time.

"Bored." I tried to laugh off the odd feeling I was experiencing. "It was uneventful, and the weather hasn't been the best either..."

The corner of his lips moved up. "Hm." He hugged me after kissing my cheek. Something about that made me want to push him away. When did I start to feel like this? But I didn't push him away, of course. I wouldn't be able to explain why I pushed him away. "Would take out make you feel better?"

You being yourself again is what would make me feel better. Turning the clock back to when things started to go wrong to fix our mistakes is what would make me feel better. "Yeah." Lair.

We never learn huh? It's okay though. I will always forgive you.

That was the problem, now that I look back at it. I never gave him any room to change and show me that he could do better. Maybe I was afraid that he wouldn't try to change? It was easier to blame myself for the sticky situation that we were in than blaming him. I don't want to blame him for anything, I loved him too much to let myself do that.

It's fragile indeed. At any moment our house of cards could collapse, one gust of wind and it's over. But maybe you'd want that to happen.

"Guess what?" He dares me to guess.

"What?" I started to feel excited.

"It's already ordered, let's go to the roof top." He grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. We ran up the stairs and laughed like the way we did when we were younger. For a split moment I felt like I was back to the times when everything felt new to the thing we called 'us'. It didn't feel like I was running up the stairs, it felt like I was running through The Valley of peach blossoms all the  way up to heaven. I felt happy. The colors were so beautiful that it's unimaginable to the human kind. It felt like my feet were touching pearls. I wondered if he felt the same.

Maybe it was just a flight of stairs after all.

Once we got up there on the rooftop I rested my head on his chest and laughed with barely any air in my lungs and it seemed like I wasn't the only one who was possessed by a laughing angel. His laugh was such a sweet melody to my pain, so much so that I felt okay again.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we picked up the take out that he had placed on the edge with a lit candle in the middle. The candle didn't make the place brighter at all, but I still found it endearing. He pushed me gently as a way to tell me to take a seat. We sat down on the picnic felt and he rested his head on my shoulder.