I just wish to find that one person that I can watch the sunset with, and have conversations that last the whole night.

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I just wish to find that one person that I can watch the sunset with, and have conversations that last the whole night.
Sneak peek?
“Just come home.” His voice was muffled from the terrible phone connection, but these words came out crystal clear.
“I dont even know where home is anymore.” You whispered.
“It’s with me, in the living room watching reruns of spongebob and staying in my arms until sunrise.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you remembered all the memories you two had once shared. You wanted to run back to him, but that’s not how this story is supposed to end.
“Not anymore, Michael.”
reblog if you want anons
Park Bench (LH)
The park bench was wet from the rainfall earlier that morning, but you sat down anyway, not caring if you received a wet spot on your bum. Slumping forward, you placed your head in your hands.
“Hard day, huh?”
You shot your head up, being too tired to realize that someone had been sitting on the bench when you sat down.
“I’m so sorry, I thought the bench was empty, my over-used brain is failing me already and its already noon.” You went to stand up when you caught him smiling.
Noticing his way to perfect smile made you return the gesture.
“So,” he looked down and folded his hands together, “Where do you work?”
“At Gina’s, that quaint little diner on Opal Street. Where do you work?”
“I’m in the, uh, music industry?” He tilted his head in this cute puppy dog manner.
“It’s your job, don’t ask me.” You laughed at his adorableness.
“I’m Luke.” He flashed you another one of his award-winning smiles.
“Y/N.” You held out you hand for him to shake, but instead he high-fived you. Chuckling you drew your hand back, after that you two fell in an uncomfortable silence, him still blushing from his previous hand-shake high-five.
“So, I- “
Maybe we- “
You both laughed at your impeccable timing.
“Ladies first, of course.” He fakes bowed, which looked at tad strange sitting down, yet still looked cute when he did it.
“Maybe we could exchange numbers, and properly meet up. When I’m not in an apron.”
He looked down, finally noticing your work attire.
“Yeah,” He giggled,” let’s do that.” After exchanging numbers your phone buzzed, signaling the end of your lunch break.
“I better go.” You stood up from the bench and stretched your back, preparing for the walk back to the diner.
“O-okay” He stood as well.
“Goodbye, Luke.” You smiled up at him, seeing now that he was at least 1 foot taller than you.
“Goodbye Y/N.” Already beginning to turn to leave, your name on his tongue made you pause. Quickly waving at him, hoping he hadn’t seen your little pause.
Opening the door to the diner to start your shift, you realized you had been smiling the entire walk back.
TWS- Goodbye (MC)
“You deserve to be someone’s only choice.” He spoke slowly and solemnly, his voice growing quieter each word. This time it hadn’t been a tiny argument, but rather a full-on war. The yelling had awoken your neighbors in concern, you two never yelled. Yes, you got into heated arguments, but you never yelled. This week, though, it was different, there was so much yelling.
You kept your head down, “I want to be your choice, Michael. Why can’t I be your only choice?”
He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Tears stung your eyes, but you held them back. He kissed the top of your hairline, “Some people just aren’t meant for each other.”
You drew back quickly, him letting you go. Looking at him like he was a madman, “What?” The sharpness in your voice made him take a timid step back.
His eyes landed on his shoes,” With the tour and the boys, I just don’t have time to be in love.”
“You’re breaking up with me?” Tears threatened to spill but you held them in.
He grabbed your hands and began frantically making excuses and saying you two could try again and just take a break for a while, but you had already heard your heart crack. Your breathing began to quicken as you attempted to hold your tears in. His words meant nothing now. How could someone just fall out of love so easily? You slipped your hands from his and sat down on the cold kitchen floor. The chill that went up your spine made you snap back into the situation.
Michael had barely noticed that you weren’t listening, he just kept talking.
“Maybe you should get out.” Your voice sounded strangely calm.
He snapped his mouth shut and stared at you with wide eyes, “Y/N, we can figure this out.”
“If you can’t love me in the hard times then maybe you never loved me at all.” You croaked out, looking him in the eye, possibly for the last time.
“Please, I can’t lose you.” He pleaded
“You already have. Get the fuck out, Michael.” There was a coldness in your voice that startled even you, yet you did falter, continuing eye contact with Michael.
He rushed to grab his jacket off your couch. Before he left he silently hung his spare key to your house on the key holder, then he looked at you one last time. Searching for something that was no longer there. Michael wasn’t the only one who had felt the disconnection between you two, but he was the only one not willing to fight through it.
No longer yours to hold onto
The bell on the door rang signaling that a person had entered the restaurant. And somehow you knew it was him, maybe by his cologne that you had spent countless nights trying to remember but now that it was here, you wondered how you had ever forgotten it. It clouded your senses making you barely realize that he had sat down in front of you. It was the same table you two had sat at for your sixth month anniversary dinner, perhaps he noticed, or maybe he hadn’t been paying attention then.
He cleared his throat, causing you to unintentionally look up, conveniently into his brown eyes. The ones you fell in love with, they had held so much comfort, but now they looked cold and dull, and for the first time since the split, you really looked at Calum. He looked smaller, and the dark circles under his eyes had darkened. He looked sad and tired, but then again so did you. Your words froze in your throat.
“I meant to call you earlier but I didn’t know if you would’ve wanted to see me.”
You stayed silent, still lost in his eyes. He waited a moment before speaking again.
“Please, just say something,” Calum reached for your hand, but you were quick to pull it away, not knowing if you could handle the feeling of his skin against yours right now.
You were weak, he had made sure of that when he left you, almost like he didn’t want you to rebuild the wall you built that he had torn down.
He was getting frustrated with you, expecting you to speak, but no words came out.
“Y/N, anything, tell me you hate me, or that you wish I was dead, please just talk to me.” he pleaded.
You looked away, unable to keep eye contact as his voice gradually softened. His strong composure had broken, making him vulnerable to you, but unlike him, you wouldn’t use his weakness against him.
“I-” you coughed, trying to not let your voice portray the pain you felt bubbling in your chest,”I loved you, in fact, you used to be the only thing that made sense in my life.”
This time he looked away. He started to say something but closed his mouth and shook his head.
His eyes met yours again.
“I think it’s time we let go, don’t you? There’s nothing left here Cal, nothing.” Your heart was screaming for him to say no, to stay, but it’s always a battle. A battle between what you know, and what you feel.
He nodded, “Okay.”
You stayed seated, watching him, waiting for him to make the first move, and after a while he finally stood.
“Goodbye, Calum”
“Goodbye, Y/N”
Swallowing hard he grabbed his coat off of the chair and nodded at you before turning and leaving the restaurant.
The pain that was once stagnant erupted and spread making you shiver. As you held back tears, your breathing became irregular, and finally you couldn’t fight back anymore and the tears came rolling down your cheeks. You stood from your chair and grabbed your coat, deciding that crying at home was better than crying in the middle of a restaurant that once held your fondest memories. As you turned to leave, Calum walked back in. He looked at you, and you at him. Your vision was too blurry to see his facial expression, but your heart still leapt, hoping that he had come back to you. That he loved you too much to leave you. You were ready to run into his arms when he broke your heart for the second, and last time.
“I forgot my wallet.”
He walked past you, making his way back to the table you had previously sat in. Yet, before he even made it to the table you ran out the door. You hoped that he had not seen the way your face fell when you felt your heart drop as he walked past you, or the tears that stained your face.It was time that you got over him, but it is always easier said than done, but he is is no longer yours to hold onto.
More than A One Night Stand
His hands latched onto our hips, pulling your chests closer and combining your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, only slipping out and disconnecting your lips so he could pull your shirt off.His eyes flashed down to see the cleavage that your push up bra had made. He whistled lowly before returning his eyes to yours.
“Let’s get this party started.”
The devilish glint in his eyes told you, you were in for a tiring night. His hand smacked your ass, making you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips came together once again as his free hand slipped down to unzip your jeans. Your hands began tugging his shirt up,he pulled back, allowing you to pull it off of him. You paused a minute to admire his toned body before looking back to his face to be faced with a proud smirk.
“I’m a drummer, love” He winked at you, making your stomach flutter.
“Too bad,” It was your turn to smirk now,” I’m into bassist.”
He dropped your legs, making you grab onto his arms to steady yourself from the sudden weight put on your legs. His hand gripped your jaw, causing you to be forced to make eye contact with him.
“We’ll change that.” He growled before reaching for your wrists and pulling you toward the bed. Little did he know, you weren’t as submissive as you seemed. When you got close enough to the bed, you lightly shoved him on his back. You giggled as he looked up at you with a shocked expression. Slowly stripping off your jeans, you watched him grow impatient, but before he could act on his emotion you reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, making it fall to the floor. His jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered, grabbing your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap. With his lips attached to one of your nipples you grabbed the back of his hair, yanking harshly. This caused him to suck harder, making you smirk at the fact that you had found his weakness. His attention then switched to your lace panties that were still on. He grabbed the waistband and took his time slowly pulling them down. When they finally were thrown down somewhere on the floor, he moved you to where you were only straddling one leg. You looked at him questioningly, but his hands soon began guiding you hips in a circular motion, after realizing what he wanted you started grinding harder onto his jeans. The sensation of his jeans against your core almost had you cumming already, but what set you off was him bouncing his leg. Your hips jolted forward sharply and a wet spot formed on his jeans.
“Such a mess you’ve made, darling.” He grinned evilly,”” How about we make some more?”
He pulled you off of him, and stood up. Unzipping his jeans, he whimpered at the feeling of confinement that his boxers caused. He pulled his cock out and started slowly pumping it while motioning you to come closer. You sank to your knees in front of him and replaced is hand with yours. He grabbed your hair, making a makeshift pony-tail. You latched your mouth onto the tip of his cock and began bobbing slowly, only making it halfway before going back to the tip, while your hand pumped the part your mouth didn't reached. He moaned loudly, letting you know that he thoroughly enjoyed the treatment he was receiving. His hand in your hair became more dominant, pushing slightly every time you went down. But suddenly, in an act of boldness, you stopped on the tip, and innocently looked up at him.
“Oh, I see, you like it rough, don't you baby girl? You like it when daddy makes you gag on his cock, huh? Well you're in luck, I like it rough too.” His hand tightened on your hair and he pushed your head down to where your nose hit his happy trail. Causing you to gag, he held you there until tears began forming on your cheeks. Then he yanked your head back, you gasped for air, relishing in the oxygen , but it was short lived, pushing your mouth back onto his dick he started thrusting himself into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, making him groan at the feeling.
“We gotta stop this before I cum.” He said, while pulling you up to eye level. He pushed your back onto the bed and opened your thighs. He paused and ran over to his jeans to get a condom out of his wallet before positioning himself at your entrance. Without warning he thrusts into you, filling you up and making you moan loudly. His hands intertwined with yours as he began thrusting into you at a slow pace. Soon the pain of his size turned into pleasure and you were pleading with him to go faster. He complied with your wishes and bucked his hips at a faster speed. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberating around the room drew you closer to your orgasm. You began tightening around him, causing him to let out a loud groan and drop his head to your shoulder.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight,” He nibbled on your earlobe as you felt your release creep up on you. Suddenly you felt his fingers rub your clit in slow circles, making your orgasm to wash over you. You moaned loudly at the tingling feeling that engulfed your body. He thrust into you a few more times before reaching his own release. Biting your shoulder, he came into the condom. After pulling out and disposing of the filled condom, he fell down on the bed beside you. His arms wrapped around your waist as his head placed itself back on your shoulder.
“M’ Ashton”
“Y/N.”
With that you both fell asleep in each others arms. When you woke up the next morning you reached behind you, to only be met with an empty spot. You sighed at the fact that it was only a one night stand. Standing to retrieve your clothes and find your way back home. That's when you noticed the folded piece of paper on the pillow next to yours.
Dear Y/N,
Sorry for leaving so abruptly, if you want to meet again maybe we could go to lunch tomorrow? I’ll be at the pub on 6th street if you decide you want to see me again. Let’s say around 12:30? I hope to see you.
Love, Ashton
Lily
You were sat on the couch when he unlocked the door and walked in. A glance at the clock confirmed the time, 3:30 am. Making it the twelfth time he had stumbled in past 1. Earlier you had called the boys ( Calum, Michael, and Ashton.) to about his current sobriety state, but none of them were with him, all saying he had decided to spend the night alone, with you. The only issue was, he had not spent the night with you.
“You’re home.” You extolled.
“Woah, babe, you scared me.” He laughed nervously, obviously expecting you to be asleep, like you had been all the other times.
“Who were you with?”
“The boys, as usually.” After taking off his coat and hanging it, he began moving towards you.
You stayed staring straight as he sat down and scooted closer to you. His lips made contact with your neck and you tried your best not to shiver in delight at the contact, but to no avail. He knew your body well, and how to easily distract you. It wasn’t the first time he had tried to get away with something by seducing you.
You swallowed hard, “Who is she, Luke.”
He paused his attack on your neck and sighed, “Who is who, Y/N? You’re not making any sense, it’s late-”
You stood abruptly and shot your finger towards him in an accusing manner.
“You’re right Luke, it is late. And I very well could be imagining the perfume, that is definitely too expensive to be mine, coming off your shirt, or the subtle hickey hidden on your collarbone. I called ‘the boys’ Luke,” At that he finally looked up at you, wide eyed, realizing his mistake. You were too smart to be played like this, “you weren’t with any of them. I just want to know her name. The name of the girl you are fucking behind my back. I want to know who I lost you to, Luke.”
There were tears, but none from you. You saw this coming, I mean after twelve times of repeated actions, how could you not. After accusing you and defending himself for an hour, you finally had enough, your feet began slowly moving toward the door and your overnight bag you had packed when he left at noon. His drunken mind must have overlooked it when he came in, but now fully alert of the situation his bickering turned into pleading.
“I can’t lose you baby!” “
You are all I have, please don’t leave.”
“I love you, we can fix this.”
“I can change.”
You grabbed hold of the bag and hoisted it onto your shoulder. Then you eyes met his, they were red and puffy and full of regret. You touched his cheek and he leaned into it.
“I can only hope, that after this, you’ll learn.”
You spun on your toes, grabbed your keys off the holder and opened the front door.
“Lily.”
You froze.
“Her name is Lily.”
Maybe it was the defeated tone of his voice, or the fact that his eyes became duller, whatever it was, it made you turn around and engulf him in a hug. You have no idea why you did it, possibly it was that you wanted to feel his embrace once more, before leaving him.
He held you tightly, and his tears collected on your shirt. After what seemed like hours you drew back, and he reluctantly let you go.
The walk to your car was isolating and painful. You thought that after letting him go you would feel free,but it was the exact opposite.
When you pressed unlocked and climbed in, your phone chimed, signaling that you had received a text. You opened it.
From Luke:
Please don’t go
Your heart sank, and the tears finally came. You longed to run back in, to fall back into his arms and have passionate make-up sex like in all the movies, but you learned a long time ago to listen to your head. Your heart leads with passion and love, but your brain leads with knowledge and logic. So you sent a text back, hoping it wasn’t to vain, but at this point you had a right to be a tad rude, you started your car and began the drive to anywhere but here.
To Luke:
Tell Lily I said Hi.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHTON!!!
@5sos
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Happy Birthday Ashton Irwin! (7th July, 1994)
Our Chance
The glasses filled with wine were raised high in the air, toasting to whatever the best man had said. Laughter and sobs soon filled the silence that had once lingered in the small compacted room. Without meaning to, your eyes caught on blue ones, your husband had said he would come, they were old friends. Little did he know, Luke was your old friend as well.
“The wedding is beautiful!” tearing your eyes from his, your head turned to see Barbara, your now mother-in-law, “I never thought Timothy would be one for a fancy wedding, I always thought he would get married under a trash bag tarp in some trailer park.” You gave her a light smile, but she didn’t notice, already turning to greet the other guests. All the sudden, arms wrapped around your torso, and you relaxed in the familiar feeling. “Today is perfect.” He began kissing your neck as you two waited for the bride and groom dance.
“I now would like to welcome the bride and groom to the dance floor.” You smiled as hoots and hollers were heard among the crowd. Timothy, your husband, took your hand. “May I have this dance, Y/N?” With a slight curtsy, and a nod you were whisked onto the dance floor. The music took control of your moments, and right then you completely forgot of all your troubles, of Luke. With Timothy you felt a security that Luke had never been able to provide.
As the song ended, the speaker announced the father-daughter dance. Words of praise and tears of joy were exchanged by the time the song had finally finished. When your father left to dance with your mum, a warm hand intertwined with yours. Thinking it was Tim you rested your head on his chest, but soon realized this man smelled different, but not unfamiliar. You looked up, but this time prepared to meet the baby blues that stared back at you.
“Luke.” “Y/N.” You visibly shivered at your name coming from him, he chuckled. “I still have the same affect on you, huh? Guess some things never change.” He smirked, but with a painful glint in his eye. “Why’d you come?” You inquired. “I was invited.” He squinted at you and tilted his head, in a questioning manner. He often did this when people ask him dumb questions that had simple or obvious answers. “Did you know who he was marrying, did you know it was me that was going to walk down that isle?” “I read the invite, yeah, I knew.” He looked down, where your bodies were a tad too close, but neither of you moved to create space. “Luke,” you began but he quickly interrupted you. “I know what you are going to say, I’ve heard it a million times. If not from you, then from everybody else. You don’t love me anymore,” Now it was your time to look away, “ You’ve obviously moved on. And I know that today is suppose to be the happiest day of your life, but I just needed one more chance to see you before you left with him, to start a family and live your well deserved life, to tell you I love you one more time.” Your eyes began watering, “I-I love him, Luke. I’m sorry.”
He closed his eyes, and slowly let your hand go moving his hand that once fit perfectly on your back to his side. “ No, I’m sorry, you were right. I shouldn’t have come.” When his eyes met yours, they held so much pain, like the last bit of hope he had, had seeped out of his eyes and was going to be left in the rustic looking wedding venue where the girl he loves got married to a man other than him.
When his back was turned, he discretely wiped his eyes, He was never one to show pain or weakness in public. You had learned that from the countless hours you had loved him for. Half a song had passed, before you became aware that you were still standing where he had left you, sobbing on the dance floor. Your feet were moving before your mind could even process what you were doing. He was halfway to his car when you reached him.
“I don’t want to let you go. I loved you Luke, I still do, but not all lovers are meant for each other.” You grabbed onto his jacket, hoping, praying he would understand and stay in your life. He gave you a small smile and caressed your face with his palm. “Y/N,” “No. It’s my turn now Luke. I never forgot our movie and snuggle nights where we would stay up all night and stay in bed the next day, taking turns getting out of bed to grab food or drinks for each other. Or that time on Thanksgiving Day when I went to your house in Australia, and-and your mom made this giant meal, but we only ate the cranberry sauce because we had gotten stuffed on left- over pizza before, because Calum had failed to eat two large pizzas, even though begged to get some and promised he would eat them both before he went to his family’s thanksgiving since his aunt sucked so much at cooking. I remember when you first told me you loved me, we were at Michael’s parents house playing Mario Kart, you had thrown a banana at my kart and I had to swerved to miss it, but managed to fall of the course and you laughed so hard that you actually fell on the floor, but the only way to get you to stop, was to kiss you.” He smiled at you, all these memories were making his eyes shine, but they quickly lost their sparkle when he remembered where he was, who you had just said ‘I do’ to. “So I did, and you smiled and said it, I love you, right there in Michael’s basement, on a worn down couch, surrounded by piles of Michael’s dirty clothes.” His thumb wiped the tears that were pouring down your face.
“We missed our chance, I realize that now, after seeing you walk down the aisle, wondering why I wasn’t waiting for you at the end. Either we were too early or too late.”
He quickly recovered.
“You shouldn’t be out here, your getting the bottom of your dress all dirty. Timothy must be worried sick looking for you.” His eyes looked sad and tired after all this time. Not the vibrant, adventure filled ones you had fallen in love with. “Please. We can fix this, our friendship. You came all this way for my wedding, let me make it up to you.” With tight lips he smiled at you, but this time his eyes didn’t shine. “Are you happy? Truthfully, Y/N, are you happy?” You took a deep breath and nodded, already knowing what he would say next, “I am.” “Then you have officially made it up to me.” And with that, he walked the rest of the way to his car, got in, and started to pull away. He looked at you through the window, and waved. Then his car began slowly pulling away.
You turned and began walking back to the wedding, your wedding. But all you could think, was how you wished that your last name would somehow, miraculously change from Jones to Hemmings, and how you wished, that instead of Timothy’s arms, it would be Luke’s that you would fall asleep in every night to come.
The one
+ Based of the YouTube video Wong Fu Productions made +
+AU where 5sos doesn’t exist and they don’t know each other, and I guess they also don’t live in Australia as well. +
"Remind me of your past loves."
“Why?”
“I want to know.”
The local coffee shop was silent now, and I gained a faint smile as I remembered all my past memories.
“Calum was first. He was the classic high-school panty-dropper. With charisma that could get him into almost any job. We didn’t last more than 5 months, but he taught me so much about love and relationships. Particularly, what I did not want in a man.”
We laughed, but mine was a dreary laugh, these memories were painful to see again.
“He had thin tan skin and fuller lips, and his eyes were deep brown, like the color of fall leaves. At that age, neither of us even knew what we were doing, but that didn’t stop him from being a suitable boyfriend. I remember once, On Valentines day, he brought me these white roses. He said ‘most of the time if you wanted to be different you got black roses, but I wanted to be super different.’He flashed me his goofy smile, it could make a girl melt.
“He never meant to hurt me, but he was searching for something that a high-school romance could never give him. That I could never give him. It could be that he was searching for happiness, I doubt he ever found it. He was too much of a wild card, never wanted to settle. No one would have been able to fit hit criteria.”
I turned to the window and thought about what Calum would be doing now. If he found what he was searching for.
“Who’s next?”
I waited until the waitress, that had come over to fill our coffee cups up, had left to continue.
“Let’s see, Luke was next.” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him. After all these years he still made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
“We had that awkward, freshman in college romance thing going on. In fact for the first month, he never even held my hand, too shy I guess.”
The girl in front of me laughed, but I couldn’t bring myself to even giggle.
“Was he your favorite?” She questioned
“No,” I looked away, peering out, examining the street and all the couples walking hand in hand on it.
“I wasn't in to the whole gentle giant thing, instead of a relationship, it always kind of felt like a daycare. Don’t get me wrong, Luke was kind, and caring, but- I- he- it wasn’t meant to be, I guess. I was learning about my destiny, while Luke was still stuck in high-school. He wasn’t brave enough to love me. At first I thought I wasn’t enough, but I learned that I was too much, too electrifying and passionate. He was shallow and I was deep. But, god, you could go sailing in his eyes. They were this mesmerizing blue color that I would get lost in as he talked. I tried to let him down easy, but, you see- you can’t stay with someone you don’t love, it will be like your own personal hell.”
I swirled my coffee with the provided spoon, hoping she would forget and not ask me about-
“So, we have Calum, Luke and...”
I took a deep, shaky breath,
“Then there was Ashton. We were never anything more than friends, but there was always this tension between us. Always challenging the other to make the first move, and I wish one of us would have had the guts to. He is my biggest regret.
"We would meet in the library, he brought the coffee, and I brought the snacks. We would study for exams and do homework together. From junior year up until the last semester of senior year. Somehow, we both ended up in the same classes.”
My eyes began to tear up, and my voice trembled.
“He came close to kissing me, once, at a party. It was an end of college party, the night before graduation. But when his green eyes meet mine-”
I cleared my throat, and took a long drink of my coffee.
“He ran. I tried to find him after graduation, but it was like he disappeared. He was my favorite.”
I hadn't noticed the silent tear, until it rolled off my cheek and plopped down into drink.
“But you never even dated.”
I laughed a sad laugh, and looked up at her, pained by the fact that she had no idea.
”You don’t have to be in a relationship with someone to be completely in love with them.”
There was a long pause before she asked for the next one, I didn’t hear her at first, too engulfed in the remembrance of Ashton.
“The last one was Michael."
I stated after composing myself.
"He was an odd one, his hair color changed all the time, I should have taken that as a sign for commitment issues. I was fresh out of college and had received an internship in Scotland, it was only for 1 month, though.
"We met under a bridge, he had lost his keys and thought they may had fallen out while he was jogging. I was being a typical tourist and taking pictures. He offered to take some pictures of me. Then, somehow, we ended up on the other side of Edinburgh. In an ice cream shop, discussing our dreams and aspirations. He worked as a labor and delivery nurse, but hoped to one day become an Ob/Gyn.
"We dated for three weeks, until it was time for me to go back home. We attempted long distance, but our connection wasn’t strong enough. He’s the most painful, not only because he is the most recent, but because we always seemed too busy for each other.”
“And, what now?”
"Now? I am still searching, but one day I will find the one. The one who has found his happiness, and is now ready to share it with someone else. The one who makes me feel equal, not less or in charge of everything. The one who took the chance, and stayed. The one that never has poor connection. The one."
masterlist
Calum Hood
- blurb thing pt1
- No longer yours to hold onto
Asthon Irwin
- Your Absence
- Toys
- More than a one night stand
- Can’t go back
Luke Hemmings
- Our Chance
- Lily
-Park Bench
Michael Clifford
- Office angst
- The Word Series:
goodbye
All
- The One
Your absence - A.I
One day I stopped thinking about how your lips felt on mine. And one day I stopped thinking about how your fingers used to trace my hips. And one day I stopped thinking about how your eyes crinkled when you laughed. I stopped thinking of how you smelled after a show, or how you engulfed me in a sweaty hug that left me equally as rancid as you. I stopped thinking of how you always laughed at my stupid jokes, or how we would stay up to watch the sunset in its full glory.
I guess one day I stopped thinking of you, but it wasn’t as easy as I say it is. It took weeks for me to realize you weren’t calling my name in the empty halls of my apartment. It took weeks for me to stop writing about you on every paper I put pencil to. It took weeks for me to stop seeing you, everywhere, in everything. It took weeks for me to not want to call you when I got drunk, or sober. It took weeks for all the sad songs to just be about random boys and not you.
It took months for me to not smile at a joke I remember you telling me on one of our late night adventures. It took months of mental preparation, to finally delete your number. It took months to stop thinking that, instead of a one night stand, it was you waking up next to me. It took months for my friends to not give me pity glances or ‘how are you holding up, hun?’s every time I saw them. It took months for me to finally clean my apartment, because I was scared if I did, your smell would no longer linger.
It took a year for the sting of the name Ashton to finally fade.
But,
One day I realized that playing the piano alone is actually really peaceful. One day I realized that drinking coffee alone isn’t as sad as it seems. And that going on adventures by yourself makes the sights and occurrences more personal. And there are always more people to meet and make memories with.
It took weeks for me to find that eating alone is a perfect time to think over your upcoming projects.
It took months for me to understand that being alone, isn’t as bad as I once thought it was.
See, your absence taught me how to live without you,
time away taught me to find peace in being alone.