Him
By: Aya's Shadow
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, or any of the characters there of. I am only doing this for fun, there is no profit involved. Please, no one sue me.
Him
I remember when I first met him. He looked so sad, standing there, alone. That piece of paper in his hand. He looked so desperate when the wind tor it out of his tentative grasp. So I reached out. I reached out and caught it. I read it. It wasn't that bad. It was just romantic drivel. Nothing real.
He ran to me. He spoke to me. I told him that it was garbadge. I let it go. I walked away. I thought that I left it all there, in the park, on a dark windy night. I never thought that I'd see his sweet face again. I never imagined that he'd jump in front of my car in the pouring rain, never thought he'd come to love. I never thought he'd live with me, risk everything for me. I never thought he'd follow me.
But here I am. I am at another concert, smiling as he sings, as he sings for me, because he knows that I am out here. We'll go home after the concert. We'll have dinner; we'll go to bed. I won't say much, and that won't matter. He'll know what I want to say. He'll fill the silence. He'll tell me he loves me.
Nothing matters to him except that we are together. It doesn't matter that we are both men. It doesn't matter that I tried to leave him behind. None of that matters to him. I know that: and I like that. I know that because I love him, too.
By: Aya's Shadow
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, or any of the characters there of. I am only doing this for fun, there is no profit involved. Please, no one sue me.
Him
I remember when I first met him. He looked so sad, standing there, alone. That piece of paper in his hand. He looked so desperate when the wind tor it out of his tentative grasp. So I reached out. I reached out and caught it. I read it. It wasn't that bad. It was just romantic drivel. Nothing real.
He ran to me. He spoke to me. I told him that it was garbadge. I let it go. I walked away. I thought that I left it all there, in the park, on a dark windy night. I never thought that I'd see his sweet face again. I never imagined that he'd jump in front of my car in the pouring rain, never thought he'd come to love. I never thought he'd live with me, risk everything for me. I never thought he'd follow me.
But here I am. I am at another concert, smiling as he sings, as he sings for me, because he knows that I am out here. We'll go home after the concert. We'll have dinner; we'll go to bed. I won't say much, and that won't matter. He'll know what I want to say. He'll fill the silence. He'll tell me he loves me.
Nothing matters to him except that we are together. It doesn't matter that we are both men. It doesn't matter that I tried to leave him behind. None of that matters to him. I know that: and I like that. I know that because I love him, too.