And no matter how hard I try to stop loving you, I always end up falling deeper and deeper in love with your beautiful brown orbs, your sun-kissed skin, your deep alluring voice, your sparkling white teeth, how you try to show off, how you are actually really insecure, how you pretend to be someone you are not. Everyone thinks they know who you are when really, I’m the only one who can see through your mask, Kim Jongin.

Our love is a gamble, a gamble I cannot afford to lose.

We are bipolar, two totally different worlds.

~*~

“Don’t get too close to him,” he warned.

“Why?”

“You’ll only get hurt.”

At that time, she didn’t understand. Now she did.