Kamijou Hiroki
You were like your namesake. A typhoon. Before I knew it, you blew into my life and made your place there. You tore past my defenses leaving me breathless in the aftermath and only the shards for me to pick up. To cling onto as hard as I could. Devastation wracked my body every time.
I never wanted this.
Therefore separating myself from you was the only solution.
Passing whims will fade and in the end no one has the time or the patience to mend your own broken heart and again only the fool with the broken bleeding heart remains. After all, no good can come of exposing your own heart to another as experience would dictate, lock up your emotions and hide them away from prying eyes. Don a mask and never reveal what hides underneath. Protect yourself from the cruel world, the prying eyes, and the greedy hands. Before long my mask, my persona, had deeply ingrained itself onto my very being. I'm told I'm strong because of how I act but how else could I act when the only option left is to keep going? I'm too much of a coward to take any other option. Unable to move in the direction I wish I could take only staring at myself and berating myself for feeling lonely on a path I chose to take.
You broke all my preconceptions.
It was comparable to waking up. One day a toothbrush, the next a mug, before I knew it you had slipped into my life flawlessly and I couldn't tell where I ended and you began. Tearing into my life, planting your roots and holding on tight.
To drown away all my sorrows.
My very own dear monsoon.