I always watched movies where the characters ended up separated because of something dramatic and ended up feeling a strong longing for each other but I could never resonate with them. Until now of course. It had been so long since I had seen him.
It's crazy what life is. 2020 has been a real eye opener. Ive come to the conclusion that life is not sweet and life is way deeper than a movie.
But anyways... Back to the point.
The urge to meet him was one of the greatest urges i've ever had. Six months in and I still had butterflies on my way to see him.
I sat at the bus stop and waited for his bus to come. Five buses had gone past but he wasn't in any. I kinda wanted to call him because he was meant to be here by now but my social anxiety said NO because I didn't want to come across as ✨obsessed✨.
Another bus came by and I saw his dumb blonde hair. Instinctively, I turned my head to the screen of my phone in an attempt to appear mysterious and occupied instead of eager and horny.
In my peripherals I saw him hop out of the bus in-front of me. I looked up slowly to see his tall, lean figure loom over me. Damn. He seemed to have grown, his skin was glowing and his hair looked so hot; I finally convinced his ass to grow it out a bit.
I stood up from the bus stop bench and gave him the tightest hug. The satisfaction I felt from that hug was ineffable. "Babyyy!" I whispered in the most ridiculous infantile voice.
I released my grip and grinned at him. He was so beautiful. I loved him. That is the guy I love I thought to myself.
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Non-FictionLife isn't fair. It's always the good people who are exploited; especially when it comes to love. Yes, I do have daddy issues. I kinda wish I didn't but it's the one aspect of my life that I don't actually have control over and, to be honest, i do...
