Marriage
this is a short drabble I wrote for @followyourdestiny in celebration of her becoming my "Sorta" stalker <3
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MARRIAGE (kyuhan)
I’ll be happily married one day.
I was never very close with girls. I never pulled on any girl’s pigtails or pushed the girl I liked into the sandpit. I never held a girl’s hand and I never picked up a girl for a first date. There were girls around me, but they fluttered around like moths, coming and going with the turn of the light.
As I grew older, exchanges were filled with polite nods and distant smiles, and conversations revolved around meaningless talks of the weather and awkward uncertainty. With age, I learned to appreciate them. Girls were pretty and cute and they had nice, long legs, but they were clingy and weak and it wasn’t as if boys didn’t have those things too.
I was never smitten with them like Kangin was, allured by their charms nor was I polite and chivalrous towards them, like Siwon; it was too much of a hassle and far too much effort. I hissed at girls if they pissed me off and didn’t spare them from my snarkiness if they tried too hard. There was nothing there to hold my interests, no desire for anything at all.
Yet I know I’m going to marry her one day. The perfect girl. I would marry the one girl who could make my heart pound faster than the trains that rocket past at night and steal the breath straight from my lips.It wouldn’t matter if she had all those flaws, because I would love her and cherish her, I would never yell at her and would always stay by her side forever.
All I have to do is pretend she is you.
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MARRIAGE (kyuhan)
I’ll be happily married one day.
I was never very close with girls. I never pulled on any girl’s pigtails or pushed the girl I liked into the sandpit. I never held a girl’s hand and I never picked up a girl for a first date. There were girls around me, but they fluttered around like moths, coming and going with the turn of the light.
As I grew older, exchanges were filled with polite nods and distant smiles, and conversations revolved around meaningless talks of the weather and awkward uncertainty. With age, I learned to appreciate them. Girls were pretty and cute and they had nice, long legs, but they were clingy and weak and it wasn’t as if boys didn’t have those things too.
I was never smitten with them like Kangin was, allured by their charms nor was I polite and chivalrous towards them, like Siwon; it was too much of a hassle and far too much effort. I hissed at girls if they pissed me off and didn’t spare them from my snarkiness if they tried too hard. There was nothing there to hold my interests, no desire for anything at all.
Yet I know I’m going to marry her one day. The perfect girl. I would marry the one girl who could make my heart pound faster than the trains that rocket past at night and steal the breath straight from my lips.It wouldn’t matter if she had all those flaws, because I would love her and cherish her, I would never yell at her and would always stay by her side forever.
All I have to do is pretend she is you.