i could even learn how to love. . . //

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yamaguchi went home that saturday morning after waking up. i was sad to see him go, but he was visiting his father's grave with his mother.

it made me feel incredibly lucky to have a dad, even if we never talked.

his father had passed away last year due to a medical condition. which condition, i didn't know- yamaguchi and i made it a point not to talk about him much. it had been nearly a year and a half but it still brought him to tears when anyone uttered his name. i couldn't bear to see him cry.

this boy was always on my mind, no matter what. he'd really grown on me after all these years.

he was always. . . full of life. whether excited or sad or frustrated, yamaguchi had an aura of happiness that followed him around.

we were literally polar opposites. that's probably why we're dating.

but the best part of yamaguchi. . .

is his heart.

he could love anyone so much, even someone like me, and that made him both extremely vulnerable and extremely powerful.

yamaguchi makes me a better person. end of sentence. he's taught me how to be a better person, and for that i am eternally thankful.

but maybe. . .

i could learn how to love, too?

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