#Vanilla #Lovers #Love-Hate #Romance #Male
An Huiyoon
That day, when I saw you walking up the roof stairs, I felt like the ground was being cut off. No, no. I repeated these words and followed up to stop you. The imaginations that passed in those few short seconds were nothing short of cruel.
So can you imagine how I felt when I finally hugged you?
My poor sweetheart. How many times have I kissed your wrist? It was a kind of prayer for you. Please don't hurt yourself and don't get hurt. I hoped one day I would love myself. I also wanted them to love me. If you don't know how to love yourself, you hurt me by saying you love me. It hurt so much that I went and begged later. Tell them to stop harming themselves. Suicide attempts too. I was always anxious. Even if your face was slightly distorted, it seemed like something was about to explode. At some point, instead of hugging you, I grabbed your wrist.
To fill your empty heart, I constantly split and melted my heart and poured it out at you. Your heart is infinitely deep, and it wasn't easy to fill up because of holes and abandonment. You were not satisfied and hugged me. Then she whispered love, and it broke my heart. You took my heart one by one like that. This was a very violent confession. I had no answer to that confession. My stomach was so loud that I couldn't push you away or hug you.
It all seemed like God's joke. Your misfortune, and the fact that we met each other. It wasn't enough to just say coincidence. Fate suited me a little better. Maybe our relationship is the reason we were born, or our fate. After all, isn't that kind of thing acting like gravity leading you and me to hell?
I tried to cut you off a few times. I was exhausted by this relationship, which only got worse without getting any better. Something inside of me muttered. Let's let go. Let's let go. It's about running away. Leaving you behind me,
flying
Wow, it's going to fall apart.
Because I love you nonetheless.
