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If you were to ask Gyuwon if he loved Hwayoung, the answer would always be yes.
He loved him more than he could hold in his body. So much that it seeped out of him, constantly, in all manners.
However, if you asked Hwayoung if he loved Gyuwon he’d say. . .
It’s hard to love somebody who doesn’t expect anything from their love. When they love. They love freely. And Gyuwon? He loves too freely, without needing anything back from me. That makes it hard to love him. Because it’s so easy. It doesn't make sense and it hurts. I can’t make a single thought out between my obsession.
That such a man, such a pet, a lover, my kitty. Is able to extract such a response from me. To cloud my thoughts so completely without me even getting mad.
He doesn’t even expect to receive it back. My love. My, love.
I’ve never held anything so precious within my grasp. Nothing will ever come close either. So where am I supposed to place my desire to break? If I break him, maybe one day we won’t be able to play again.
What am I supposed to do with that?
And if when I finally learn to love him, what if he disappears and never comes back? And I will still love him. Even if he never comes back
. . . that he loves Gyuwon, even if he doesn’t want to.