Sometimes life hurts a lot.
You were fresh air in the middle of the chaos.
You were a safe place.
And I still don't know what I was for you.
But I have the feeling I wasn't good enough.
Attentive or careful enough.
I just was not enough.
And that's fine. Because it's true.
I'm not a home date with hot chocolate when it's raining outside.
I'm not a good book.
I'm not art.
I'm not anyone's favorite movie. Or song.
I'm not birthday cake.
And I'm not you. I can't seem to earn people's love.
Somehow, I got yours.
Your love, nice words, compliments, loving actions.
And of course you got mine.
In fact, you got all of me, to the point that when I woke up and you weren't by my side, I fell empty because I gave you everything so I had nothing left.
Forgetting progress: I suck at this
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The art of forgetting «Yoonkook/Yoonseok»Fanfiction
Forget me the same way you forgot how to love me ... So... hey! This story is super random and I'm being impulsive by writing it but who cares. Warning. A lot of fluff, depression and deep stuff. Enjoy it! Winner of the Luminous Awards~