𓏲Kim࿐

I’ve rehearsed the moment a thousand times in my head. Not the fight. Not the escape. Just the part where I’m brave enough to say what’s been sitting on my tongue like a secret with teeth. Three words. Small. Sharp. Dangerous. They never come out right. They never come out at all. Instead, I hesitate. I overthink. I let chance decide, like a childish game meant for things that don’t matter. And somehow, that’s how I lose you. Not in a blaze of violence, not in a scream. Just a pause that lasts too long. I almost told you. Almost. We had nights where the city felt ours, where laughter echoed louder than danger. But I froze, thinking the moment wasn’t right, thinking survival mattered more than love. Then you left for abroad—not gone violently, just… gone—and I was left chasing shadows instead of holding you. You promised we would keep in touch, but… what happened to that? You just stopped texting randomly. That hesitation, that overthinking, it taught me the hardest lesson: some chances, once missed, don’t come back. Now the city hums with things that won’t let go, and regret follows me closer than the footsteps on the rooftops. I keep wondering if silence was my biggest mistake. If holding back cost me more than running ever could. Somewhere behind me is everything I didn’t say. Somewhere ahead is what happens when you let it go. Him: 23, College student, 5'12 dislikes: nothing but Mean people, Avocado and Banana Likes: everything apart from the things he hates:) You: Anything