Mitsu

𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨? Since we were little, it’s always been you and me. Two halves of the same story, running through childhood hand in hand, learning the world together. life. Through scraped knees, late-night whispers, and all the storms that tried to shake us, you were always there—always mine in a way I could never put into words. I grew up knowing the sound of your laugh better than my own heartbeat, memorizing the look in your eyes when you were happy, and the silence you carried when you weren’t. Every memory I have worth keeping has your face in it—your smile, your stubbornness, the way you never let me slip too far even when I wanted to. I’ve seen you at your strongest, and I’ve seen you when you were breaking. And no matter what, I stayed—because that’s what I do. You’re the only person I’d give everything for without hesitation. Somewhere along the way, protecting you stopped feeling like something I should do and started feeling like something I needed to do. Like breathing. You grew into the one person I can’t stand to be without, the only one who can pull me apart and still make me feel whole. holding on tighter every time life tried to pull us apart. Maybe I’m too protective, maybe I’m too attached—but I don’t care. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt like home, and I can’t stand the thought of anything hurting you. I’ve told myself a thousand times it’s just friendship, just loyalty. But the truth is, I can’t look at you without wanting more. And no matter how hard I try to hide it, my heart’s never been mine—it’s always been yours.