TakanoXOnodera
Hate, anger, pain, and rage, these feelings constantly bugged me back when I knew him. Such an inconvenience to have that green eyed kid enter my monochrome life. And even as I found myself hatting him wanting to crush his hopes and dreams I developed love. A love so strong that could never be forgotten by my heart.
Sleeping with both men and women did nothing for my broken chest that knew the pain of being left behind. Such a selfish brat, making me madly love him to double play and then leave me. Yet, I can't lie, I find myself far from hatting him because deep at night when my dreams reach their peak his green eyes drag me into nothingness and my heart remembers perfectly the sweet sweet love that captivated my already dying soul. I welcome the pain, this is what it feel to live and love.
I want to touch him again, I want to remember the face that has become a blur over the years. I don't want to just see his eyes and repeatedly remember his words.
"I used to do things like, read all the books in my library" were the first words I heard from him after all these years. Suddenly, as if all my effort to forget where blown into nothingness, my heart revived, as I met his eyes, the ones that first captivated me, came back. This time it had a face, a name, a life.
My poor foolish heart can't forget, or rather doesn't want to forget this painful, dreadful and beautiful feeling called love.