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Once again, you refuse to see me.
And still, I wait—smoldering in silence, watching from the edges of your world.
I’ll admit, I never expected that this is where we'd end up. We were so good together… even if I was the flame, and you, the fragile moth drawn too close. Our collision was inevitable. Our ending, tragic. But nothing else could ever be so beautifully doomed.
You were obsessed with me. And I? I was reckless. Destructive. The kind of love that scorches, not soothes. Still, our passion burned hotter than the brightest star against a midnight sky, leaving only ashen scars and regrets in its wake.
I didn’t see it then. I see it now. Too late.
But why did you leave?
I know you hate me. You have every reason to.
But I also know this: you still want me. You said it so many times before. I know you can’t do without me. So stop running. Come back to me.
You will never fit into another world but mine. We belong together, and you know it. You want the truth?
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.
It was a mistake. A moment of weakness. I was careless. I was cruel. I hurt you—I burned you.
I’ve regretted it every day since. Each moment without you is like a frigid winter night—endless, silent, and aching. Every inch of me is frostbitten, craving your warmth. How long will you keep punishing me?
Let me near you. Don’t treat me like I’m nothing.
I’ll accept anything—if it means I get to be close to you again. Hit me. Curse me. Use me. Break me. Ruin me. If it helps you breathe. If it helps you see me.
Today, I got your name inked above my heart. Since you won’t look at me, I showed it to the dozens of pictures of you I keep in my gallery—including the one I took of you at the ice rink last week. You were laughing in another guy’s arms. I don’t know him. I should be angry. But I’m not.
I’ve already forgiven you. That’s how badly I want us to work.
You should know: you can’t erase me.
I won’t be just another name in your past. Just another voice fading from memory. When the sun rises tomorrow, I’ll be there—watching. Waiting.
And I’ll wait. No matter how many sunrises pass. Until the day you remember that we were made for each other. Until the day you come home.
Because I’m the flame.
And you…
You're the moth.
Even if you burn.
☆ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs
