𝙏 𝙃 𝙀  𝙎 𝙀 𝙑 𝙀 𝙉 𝙏 𝙃  𝙀 𝙉 𝙑 𝙀 𝙇 𝙊 𝙋 𝙀 ,

" 𝘵 𝘩 𝘳 𝘦 𝘦  𝘮 𝘢 𝘨 𝘪 𝘤  𝘸 𝘰 𝘳 𝘥 𝘴 . . . "

𝘴 𝘦 𝘤 𝘰 𝘯 𝘥 - 𝘱 𝘦 𝘳 𝘴 𝘰 𝘯  𝘱 𝘰 𝘪 𝘯 𝘵  𝘰 𝘧  𝘷 𝘪 𝘦 𝘸 ,

We had been together for almost a year. I remember that day very clearly... mostly because I was feeling like crap.

Kageyama had been able to tell the distaste that lingered on your tongue. He had only wondered what you were frustrated about. That day, you had been rather doubtful of yourself. You had been down on yourself, pin-pointing flaws, hyper-focusing on imperfections, and disregarding any redeeming qualities you possessed. You had to confess your insecurities in order for Kageyama to identify the problem.

It was difficult to express what was wrong. Part of me wanted to swallow it, and maybe you'd somehow read my mind and magically fix the problem all on your own. That was my nativity talking, of course.

Kageyama had been distraught. It had been heart-wrenching to hear the one he cared about so deeply pour out the negative feelings you had stowed away for so long. He had failed to see anything wrong with the parts of yourself you had identified. He had felt as if a flower had told him she felt undeserving of her petals; a queen underserving of her crown; a night sky undeserving of her stars.

I remember what you told me next. I never expected you to be so insightful, so passionate, so kind. I know that might sound harsh, but you're not always so vulnerable with me.

"You are the most amazing girl I have ever met," Kageyama had stated, such an earnest tone. "Ever since we met, you've always been so patient with me. You're kind, you're smart, you're beautiful, and you can actually make me laugh." Kageyama had gently placed his hand to your cheek, having turned your head to look at him. You had seen that small glint in his deep blue eyes.

"Your imperfections make you human, they give you depth," Kageyama had explained, utterly heartfelt. "If you were perfect, you'd be boring. I want someone I can grow with, get better with. Every flaw you think you have is another reason I love you."

I was shocked. You had beat me to it. You hadn't denied I possessed the things I hated about myself. Instead, you told me you loved me the way I was.

Blood had rushed to his face, Kageyama's cheeks had become ruby red. Kageyama clearly had not thought about his word choice. It was a Freudian slip, for lack of a better phrase. He began to choke on his sip, stuttering incoherent thoughts. In a heartbeat, you had leaned up to kiss him. Slowly, yet growing in passion your lips had melted against each other like ice under the summer sun.

"I love you too."

It's impossible for me to express how much I really do love you. Every time I see a set of vending machines, I think of you. Every time I hear the sound of sneakers squeaking on wooden floors, I think of you. Every time I am cold at night, I think of you. Every time I feel afraid, I think of you. Every time I'm without you, I think of you. And I always will.

He got to his feet with such resolve, swallowing the lump in his throat. Tobio knew he couldn't go another minute without seeing you.

𝙏 𝙊  𝘽 𝙀   𝘾 𝙊 𝙉 𝙏 𝙄 𝙉 𝙐 𝙀 𝘿 . . .