We were in bad terms for almost a week. I thought I’d lose him. But after long hours spent alone, sulking, crying, he finally said he missed me. We talked, and I agreed to meet up with him to let him borrow my camera. We’re both into photography, and our friend who’s also a photographer joined us. She knew everything that was going on. So, we decided to have a photoshoot. A photoshoot about US. We cooperated. Somewhere between all those photos, we began to warm up to each other, letting our guards down.. being ourselves again. It was then that I realized why I stuck with him through all the shit. That feeling I get is just out of this world. I forgive him for whatever he did to me, because I know it’s worth it, every single bit of it.
by kiiiinnn