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- Spring:
Last night I dreamt of being back to my sixteen-year-old self, counting steps by steps that I took to get back home from school, quietly listening to the sound of a fragile petal falling on the step I walked by, with the static noise of someone’s radio echoing from far away.
During those times, all I could think of was to run away, far from here. I wanted to follow the train that passed through my house, disappeared from here, then stepped down in a strange station that I haven’t gone to and silently joined the stream of busy footsteps to a brand-new life. As long as it wasn’t here, where I got stuck in this suffocating cage, would already be good enough for my rebellious soul.
When I woke up from my dream, the storm was still raging outside, heavy rain tapping constantly on the ceiling of my home, but my heart was calm and steady. I didn’t feel anything since the storm in my mind was far more vicious than the hustling wind shaking my window. We were taught, from a young age, that running away was never the answer, and being a coward would be the biggest insult to oneself. So why, despite everything that I have learnt, would a letter from the past, an old gift that was accidentally discovered, be enough to make my heart feel hesitant and try to find a way out?
People always told me that if I kept staying in one place stubbornly, I would never be able to find happiness. However, that was such a hard thing for me to do, so much so that every night I found myself subconsciously looking for a certain shadow in the blurry shine of the light outside my window, hoping that some future days I could bring myself to forget about them.
You know, evoking the past was the cruelest thing a person could do to themselves. There was nothing good coming out of hurting your heart by recalling memories of a time long gone. Like how a cutting board carried the scars of previous knife strikes, perhaps being hurt once was not enough for me. Perhaps I was addicted to this sweet, sweet feeling of heartbreaks, that was why I kept falling for you, over and over again.
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To Kunikida, Dazai was, no doubt, an annoying, childish, and most awful partner that he ever had the pleasure to encounter. Constantly ignoring his orders, randomly disappearing during work hours only for the blonde detective to find him floating on a riverbank somewhere, being weirdly obsessed with suicide, refusing to do labor works, being downright lazy, the list could go on and on in his mind. One would look at this list and think that Kunikida would never, ever, see this person as a suitable lover, and yet here he was, sleeplessly musing over his partner’s antics and just how far he had fallen for this unbearable man.
The idea of falling in love, for the blonde-haired man, was such an uncertain term. So much so that he had tried to close his heart for the sake of approaching his goals, of fulfilling his promises to protect everyone in his sight. But then a certain man kept pushing through the barrier of his heart, and once he had (unintentionally) successfully done such things, he stubbornly stayed, like an unforgettable memory of a cherry blossom forest showered the ground with delicate, subtle shades of pink petals.
It was baffling to Kunikida how someone so seemingly incompatible with his principles and ideals could evoke such feelings within him. Yet, the more he tried to resist, the stronger his attraction grew. If this pace kept going, he might make the same mistake again, falling in love with someone he supposedly should never have, and came out of it alive, intact, but a mess of his old self.
The blonde detective really couldn’t afford the consequences of that circumstances. He should have never thought about it in the first place, even.
- Kunikida-kun, you are ignoring me.
He snapped out of his thoughts to a pouting Dazai staying really close to his face, to the point that their lips were mere centimeters away from touching each other. Kunikida blinked in surprise, but then he cleared his throat and rolled his eyes in exasperation.
- I’m just a bit lost in thoughts, no worries about me though.
His partner laughed mirthfully; the pleasant sound echoed in the night like honey pouring straight to his heart.
- Was it about me then, Kunikida-kun?
- Yes.
He confirmed, being as straight-forward and crystal clear in his intentions as he always was, and Dazai stopped dead in his tracks. The brunette man stared at him for a long, long time, his eyes seemed to bore deep into the blonde-haired man’s soul, making him squirm inside due to how uncomfortable he was, but before he could even say anything to dispute it as a (poorly attempted) joke, his partner just turned around and continued his way to the restaurant that they had agreed on previously without asking him to elaborate further on his answer.
Maybe he was hallucinating, but… he swore he could see Dazai’s cheek getting a bit more flushed than before. Even when he did notice that, he chose to say nothing, for fear that it might break the delicate silence between them and the night sky.
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- Summer:
When you read somewhere that Mercury, the planet that is the closest to the Sun, always has a cold temperature on the surface, you always jokingly told me that it looked and sounded just like me, because despite you behaving like a satellite flying around me, I still tried my best to push you away.
Do you know why, and how, Mercury becomes the coldest planet in the galaxy?
The reason why Mercury is so cold is due to how little atmosphere manages to surround it. In fact, this layer is so thin that scientists couldn’t call it “atmosphere”, but rather “exosphere”, as they daringly say so. Mercury cannot retain its own heat, so at night it will be several hundred degrees below zero, with it being absolutely swallowed in the darkness of the galaxy. Maybe that was why you called me Mercury, because I’m cold and repulsed to your touches like that.
Mercury’s rotation is rather faster than other planets, and its orbit around the Sun is also as fast as its self-rotation. A Mercury year only lasts for 88 days, so in the blink of an eye, a year on Mercury has gone. What could we do during those 88 days to make it worth our time, then? I can proudly tell people that I have loved you for much longer than they thought based on how many Mercury years had passed ever since I started loving you, but really, what was the point in it when this love of mine was something that I needed to close like a bleeding wound that shouldn’t be opened?
Should I tell them that I had tried to put it away for as long as several years on Mercury had passed? After all, Mercury is a planet that only receives the light from the Sun but never reflects it, so it would be best for me to stay silent, wouldn’t it?
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- Kunikida, has anyone ever told you that you are like the planet Mercury?
Upon hearing his name, the blonde detective looked up from his paperwork, raising an eyebrow at Dazai's sudden question. He was certain that this was another flirty antic that the brunette man decided to throw at him, for some reasons, to practice for future partners that he wished to pursue (and committed double suicides with).
(He was certain that he was not jealous of that idea at all, ever. He was a man with dignity and logic, he knew better to feel for his insufferable partner’s tricks. But a subtle twinge in his heart let him know that, perhaps, he was not fully, totally immune to them.)
- Go back to work, Dazai. Don’t bother me with that galaxy knowledge of yours.
- Ah, always so mean to me Kunikida-kun. It breaks my heart, you know?
The brunette man pouted, his hands holding his chest dramatically. Kunikida felt the urge to argue with that nonsensical logic (because truthfully, who was the actual one getting their heart broken here?), but figured that it would not be in the best interest for either of them and decided to bite back on his urges instead. The blonde-haired man watched his partner waltzing his steps to where he was sitting before settling down next to him, where the insufferable man kept on with his antics by poking his cheeks.
- What… are you doing here, Dazai?
He could hear his partner giggling softly next to him as he spoke up, gentle and quiet, making the detective feel so much different from how he normally felt regarding the shorter man’s voice: loud and abrasive.
- Kunikida-kun, you don’t want me to spend time with you as two buddies teasing each other? How cold of you.
Since Dazai couldn’t elicit an answer from him, the brunette man decided to wiggle his way onto Kunikida's lap instead, making himself at home on his lap like a cat stretching his way to what he wanted. The taller man was definitely not amused, but he eventually just sighed in resignation and let his partner be with his antics. He shifted slightly to accommodate the unexpected weight, trying to focus on the paperwork spread out in front of him despite the distracting presence in his lap. He feels so warm, Kunikida couldn’t help but think, it actually feels nice.
- Much better, Kunikida-kun. Comfy lap you have there. Maybe I'll stay a while.
Kunikida rolled his eyes in annoyance, and yet he chose to do nothing to push the other man away. Despite being a lanky man with pointy knuckles and bones, Dazai was still a (somewhat) pleasant weight on top of his thighs and legs, grounding him to his reality.
- Don't get too comfortable, Dazai. I still have work to do.
- Yes yes, Kunikida-kun, I promise I would be nice.
The brunette settled comfortably, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he answered him in an unserious manner (that really made him want to punch this infuriating man out of his lap, but again, he didn’t want the weight to go away, so he kept his mouth shut). They just stayed like that: Kunikida quietly typing away on his laptop while Dazai dozed off on his lap, his breath coming in and out softly. Even when he completed his work, his annoying partner in his lap still didn’t stir, and he couldn’t help but stare in fascination, his fingers reaching out and brushing away a stray hair lock falling on his face subconsciously.
Dazai was normally an obnoxious man, and yet when he slept like this, he was so… delicate. Pure. Kunikida felt an urge to gather this man into his arms and sheltered him away from the cruel world, then hid him away in his heart so that they could stay in one place together.
If you put aside all the goals and ideals and what-nots, you would realize that Kunikida was, after all, just a normal man, with his own set of wants and needs. However, sometimes you couldn’t ask for everything in your world to be fulfilled, and such was the same thing that happened to him right now: he wished to protect the man sleeping soundly in his lap, but he didn’t feel like he had any rights to do so.
God, how he wished that he could throw away his heart and forget about all of these silly feelings in one go…
Eventually, Dazai woke up from his short nap, his eyes curled into beautiful crescents upon realizing that the blonde detective did, in fact, wait for him. Kunikida didn’t say anything when the other man retreated away from him, trying his best to ignore the disappointment in his heart.
Loving someone should be easy, but oh God, Kunikida lamented silently in his notebook, loving Dazai was so painful that it hurt to just breathe normally.
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- Fall:
The most fearful thing that dreams could do to a person is their ability to make people believe in those phantom feelings to be true, despite the fact that they would forget the majority of their dreams just one second after waking up.
I remember a few times when I was startled awake in the middle of the night, with tears staining my cheeks. Y would glance at me with concerned gazes as I smiled and assured her that it was nothing, probably just a lingering effect of a nightmare, because even I couldn’t fathom why I had cried through my dreams and waking up still reeling from it. If she knew what happened in those fleeting illusions, I knew for sure that she would hug me.
I remembered, from some of the stories that I have heard from people, that you used to have a partner - N was their name I believed - that could understand you well. That you and they used to be, and still are, the most fearful duo that Yokohama had ever seen in its whole history. I dreamt of you looking at me with cold, cold eyes, saying that you had finally found happiness, and that I should also do the same to myself. But how could I feel elated with that request, when the source of my happiness had abandoned me for theirs?
And thus I woke up with my cries still lodged in my throat, my chest heaving from how real they were. Y was there and assured me that they weren’t real, none of them were, but she didn’t know that they used to be real, and my mind just decided to revive them to remind me of the pain that would happen should I choose to follow in your steps.
There were a few days when I woke up like that, where I was alone; the rain was pattering on the glass, and I was so cold that I felt like I was paralyzed.
There was no sight of my mom, my dad, Y or you. Instead, I found myself alone amidst the sound of clanking pots and pans from the apartment next door cooking dinner, amidst the laughter of children bathing in the rain in the apartment yard, between the sound of the fan running smoothly, the sound of the refrigerator occasionally screeching, or the sound of the rain tapping steadily and lifelessly against the window.
During those moments, I just want to call you from somewhere in this city, with my tears bleeding into the speaker, telling you to not come back, I'm tired and don't want to keep loving you anymore.
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Nakahara Chuuya. A name that Kunikida had heard so many times, and yet it still surprised him how this name was connected to one Dazai Osamu, the notorious lazy sorry-waste of good bandages of the Agency.
At first, he really didn’t pay attention to the mafia executive, believing that curiosity would never end well for him. However, as time went on, the blonde detective couldn’t help but find himself pondering about this man and Dazai’s relationship, about how far they had known each other, and felt his heart roaring in that disgusting sour taste of jealousy.
From what little information that he knew, these two used to be Soukoku, the ace card that the Mafia Boss always has up his sleeves to put together for any missions that he deemed crucial for the Mafia’s future. It wasn't just the fact that they were once a formidable duo, capable of taking on any challenge thrown their way, but also the way they seemed to understand each other on a level that Kunikida could never hope to reach that made him feel… sad, pathetic, pitiful for himself.
In a partnership, Kunikida’s ideal was to be the better version of himself next to his partner. No matter if it was just a mere acquaintanceship needed for work purposes or a romantic connection, he always wanted to be able to cater to his partners’ wants and needs. Therefore, this feeling of inadequacy made the blonde-haired man feel insecure not only about himself, but also about his position in Dazai’s life and whether the latter man would see him as a partner or just a stranger put in the same work environment.
Kunikida wanted to ring him and ask, yet his fingers only ghosted over the phone button hesitantly for a long time before putting it down and abandoning the idea all-together. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to the brunette man about his insecurities, afraid of what he might hear in response. His partner was one hell of an unpredictable man, and he wasn’t ready for any mind games as well as potential heartbreaks guaranteed from the confrontation.
The blonde detective pondered over the feeling of bitterness that was surging in his heart. He couldn’t deny the fact that Dazai had known Chuuya for a longer time than he had known the brunette, and despite them working together well in the Agency, it was nothing compared to how simultaneous Soukoku were. It was like a vicious knife, twisting and lodging deep in his heart, made him ache and yet refused to give him the peaceful death that he begged for.
Kunikida stared at his hands for a long, long time, before he was startled out of his thoughts when the hot, dampening sensations of tears spread on his cheeks. The more he tried to wipe them away, the more they fell on the tatami, and thus he stopped, silently staring at the wall while his heart cried itself out.
Loving Dazai was so painful, and Kunikida wished to remove that part of him away. Wasn’t it unfair to ask for…?
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- Winter:
In The Hunger Game, Johanna used to tell Katniss that "love is a weird thing", and after spending days and nights reminiscing over this simple quote, I realized that it was true. After falling in love, a person would no longer be themselves anymore, as love could make someone vulnerable just by making them voluntarily offer their hearts and souls to the one they love to use them as they please.
There were times when you, out of nowhere, were sulky with me because I didn’t pay much attention to you. When you asked me silly questions just to make me mad but I ignored you and wouldn’t answer, you would get annoyed over it, bothering me and constantly asking me if you weren’t the priority of my to-do list anymore. When you realized that I got mad at you for tricking me again and not being serious, you just brushed it off like it was a game to you. It was probably just a way for you to constantly test the water around me, but… it hurt me tremendously, did you know that?
You know, sometimes I wished that love could be as easy to give up and forget as it was to get caught in it. However, I’m tired. I’m afraid that when you finally see my heart and reciprocate, I will no longer feel the same about you. I should have forgotten about this little crush long ago, and yet I still find myself holding on to it like the silly, silly person I am, despite knowing that you have already gotten yourself the perfect partner, the one that could understand you better than I will ever do.
Love is truly the strangest thing that was ever discovered on Earth, but I figured I must even be stranger than that phenomenon, for me to keep letting it hurt me, haunt me in my sleep, grab me by my heart and squeeze it so hard that I feel like I’m suffocating. Such is the predicament of love, wouldn’t you say?
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It was painfully obvious that Kunikida was trying his best to avoid Dazai at work. The blonde detective still checked up on his partner twice a day, he still got his work completed on time with as few overtimes as possible, and he was still the uptight, idealistic man that everyone in the Agency knew him to be. However, sometimes other people at the Agency could see how… sad and quiet he was. Instances of the blonde-haired detective zoning out or musing over his thoughts for a long time happened more frequently, and yet whenever someone asked him, he would shake his head and go back to his normal shelf, pushing through another day of work.
His avoidance, sure enough, had alerted Dazai. The latter man normally would try every kind of antics that he had up his sleeves to test his limits, but since the blonde-haired detective didn’t visibly react to his tricks recently, he also stopped them all together. Kunikida could sense his unreadable gaze following him every time he did something, and yet even if he did recognize that, he chose to ignore it, and conveniently, his partner also didn’t say a word.
It pained him to see their partnership slowly falling apart, but it was probably the best result that he could ask for out of this predicament. He was hoping that the time apart would be enough to help him regulate and go back to be himself again.
For a while, he was successful. He was normal enough to push through his workdays while still managing to mask his heartbreaks with feign annoyances whenever Dazai decided to pull some weird antics on him (though it got less and less frequent, which made sense given the fact that Kunikida was actively ignoring him), he was functional and sane enough, he was responsible enough, all that jazz. It went well, or as well as he could in this situation, and he thought he could finally move on…
- Kunikida-kun…
Dazai called him from his side, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes staring deep into the blonde man’s soul like when they first met each other. The moment felt sorrow to him, for some reason, and it made him wanna cry his heart out again, but he bit back and chose not to, holding his breath and waiting for his partner to finally say something.
- Can we have lunch together and… talk? I’ll pay.
His partner’s request made Kunikida’s heart jump straight to his throat, and he realized that he actually failed massively, that he still thought about Dazai a lot, so much so that it hurt to just… talk to him.
And yet…
And yet, he still took on the offer, and walked with the brunette man to a restaurant close to the Agency. He still sat down across from his partner’s seat, his heart pounding nervously. He wondered if this conversation could break him even more, because he was already a broken man holding on to his ideals, and love just… wasn’t an appealing part of it.
They stared at each other like that for a while before Dazai spoke up and broke the ice between them, his voice surprisingly calm and gentle.
- Kunikida-kun, you have been avoiding me lately. Why?
His heart skipped a beat at that question, his gaze flickering away for a moment before he forced himself to meet his partner's eyes. The weight of Dazai's gaze bore down on him, and Kunikida felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to find the right words.
- I… haven't been avoiding you. I've just been busy with work, that's all.
He eventually explained, but his words sounded unconvincing even to his own ears. He could hear his partner tutted softly at his answer, and sensed that he might have absolute fucked everything up even if he didn’t intend to.
- You’re lying, Kunikida-kun. It was obvious to the point that even Kenji-kun had asked me what was wrong between us.
Despite being as nonchalant as ever, he could sense how Dazai’s voice was… uncertain, which rarely happened in the past until now. All of these made his paranoia spike off the roof, and his shaky hands clearly sold him away.
- What’s your point of asking me that? There’s nothing between us that makes me think the same as you. Everything is still normal, as far as I’m concerned.
Kunikida swore that he had seen hurt and sadness flashed in Dazai’s eyes, but even when he realized that, he still refused to back down. Called it stubbornness or whatever, he just wanted to be able to settle this once and for all.
- Is that so? Then why do I feel like something has changed between us?
The implication in this question, with Dazai tilting his head to the side in confusion, made the blonde detective bristled with annoyance, his mental defense rising instinctively.
- I don't know what you're talking about. We're partners, nothing more, nothing less.
Dazai’s lips quirked into a wry smile, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
- Are you sure about that, Kunikida-kun? Because from where I'm sitting, it feels like we've drifted apart.
His words hit Kunikida like a punch in the gut, a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between them. The blonde detective wanted to deny it, to push back against the brunette man’s statement, but deep down, he knew there was truth in his partner's words.
Dazai, that bastard, leaned back in his chair, studying him with amusement upon knowing that he had successfully broken through the defense wall surrounding him. Kunikida took some deep breaths to regulate himself, in and out, in and out, before he finally countered, his voice tinged with frustration.
- If that’s the case, then what made you think we've drifted apart?
After all, he couldn't understand why Dazai was pushing this issue when he himself felt like he was barely holding it together. His agitation spiked up a notch as he listened to his partner’s answer, the latter man casually suggested as if it was just a small daily banter between them instead of a serious conversation.
- Maybe it's because you've been avoiding me, Kunikida-kun. And not just physically. Emotionally, too.
- Avoiding you emotionally? What nonsense are you spouting now?
Kunikida shot back, his patience wearing thin. He didn't want to admit it, but he was tired of this back-and-forth. Dazai blinked at him before he shrugged, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, and his words afterwards caught the blonde detective off guard.
- Is it nonsense, though? You've been distant, Kunikida-kun. Even when we're working together, it's like you're a million miles away.
If not for the fact that Kunikida had been emotionally drained these past few days, he might want to smack the back of his partner’s head…
- I told you, I've been busy with work. It's nothing personal.
But instead, he could only sigh in resignation as he retorted back. He felt so tired these days, and this conversation was another unwelcome thing that was added on his plate, and he wanted it to end as soon as possible.
- But is work really the only reason, Kunikida-kun? Or is there something else bothering you?
Something akin to warmth flashed in Dazai’s eyes as he countered, but it hurted him so much to the point he had to look away as he couldn’t bear to see how… sincere it was. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he murmured.
- I don’t know. I don't want to play these mind games with you anymore, Dazai. I hate the fact that I could never read your intentions even when we are talking face-to-face. I hate the fact that even when we are drifting apart, you still don’t treat it seriously as I do. I hate the fact that I care about you probably more than you will ever do for me or even yourself.
Kunikida felt like he was pulling his heart out for Dazai to see, and left it utterly at the latter man’s mercy, and yet he couldn’t do anything better than that. This was his final, and only, option that he had.
- I hate the fact that I will never be as good of a partner for you as other people will be. I hate the fact that despite only being your partner for two years, I haven’t been able to see a future without you, and anytime that becomes a potential possibility it still scares me shitless. Hell, I hate the fact that I am on my way to fall for the same mistake that I should never have done when she was around, just that this time it is with you, and my heart was already broken to the point that if I give it to you and you break it, either unintentionally or intentionally, would be enough to kill me on the spot.
- Kunikida-kun…
Dazai muttered softly, but Kunikida raised his hand up and stopped him from saying anything further. He then sighed wearily, trying his best to conceal the emotions that he had just poured out and laid it all wide open on the table.
- I… I’m sorry, Dazai, for making you listen to my thoughts like that. It’s just… I’m so tired these days, so please give me some time to…
- Kunikida-kun, who told you that I didn’t value my partnership with you?
Kunikida froze, his breath caught in his throat as he dared to meet Dazai's gaze once more. The sincerity in his partner’s eyes was undeniable, and for a moment, he felt like he was dreaming, because there was no way that hope could shine the way in his situation.
- Who told you that I don't care about you, Kunikida-kun? Who made you believe that you're not enough?
His voice was soft, almost a whisper, and the blonde-haired man felt the urge to carve it in his heart, but his mind struggled to find the right things to say, reeling from his partner’s unexpected response.
- But… I thought… I would never be the person that you want, even as a partner or… something more…
Dazai shook his head gently. The bandaged man grabbed his hands and laced them together as he spoke, certain and calm, soothing his nervous soul inch by inch, washing over him like a refreshing summer rain amidst the heated days.
- Forget what you thought, Kunikida-kun. Listen to what I'm telling you now.
He swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion as he listened, truly listened, to Dazai's words, letting them sink in like rain soaking into parched earth. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt like he might faint, but with their hands holding tight, he slowly grounded himself back.
- I want you. I’m not the ideal partner that you imagine to be, we are worlds apart from each other when it comes to personality or lifestyles or what-nots, but…
The brunette man smiled as he wiped away the tears that fell on Kunikida’s cheeks without him knowing. He flinched slightly like he was burnt by the touch, but then relaxed and let the bandaged man soothe him.
- If what I understand about your words is correct, I’m willing to give it a try and avoid turning this into a mistake like what happened between you and her.
- Is that so, Dazai? Are you really willing to do that with… me?
Dazai’s face lit up with sincerity, and Kunikida wanted to cry so much, but he knew this time his partner would be there to catch him should he fall on his feet.
He was safe, he was happy, but more so, he could finally move on from the ghost of his past.
- Yes, I want to, from the bottom of my heart.
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- And the season when our love blooms:
To you, my beloved,
I have long since moved on from any dreams that had N or her in them.
There were times when I woke up next to your sleeping frame, but they weren’t because I dreamt of you walking away again, nor were they because of losing her to the darkness surrounding us. You were always worried about them, despite never showing it outright, but I just want to assure you that none of those things were the reasons why I woke up. Rather, it was more of a confirmation for me, that you are real and next to me, breathing and warm, and not just a mere illusion that my broken heart created to trick my mind.
I still have concerns about that, but my beloved, I promise you that I’m working on it. Eventually, my heart will be sure enough, and I won't have to wake up again just to confirm everything to be true.
… Hmm, you think it is such a silly thing to think about? I guess so, because I am just a mere human, with a heart beating in my chest. Just like you, I’m also afraid of pain, thus this is somewhat understandable for you, right?
My beloved, when you asked me whether or not my love for you had subsided within all those years we knew each other, I would always tell you that it never changed. And now, when I put this chapter of my life to an end, I would say it again, loud and clear.
I love you for who you are. I love you with all of my heart. I love you to the moon and back. My days are complete with you by my side, so…
Thank you, for choosing me and being my partner.
Love,
K.