Nothing lasted forever—just like the old saying, “the one who runs gets chased.”

Maybe life had a crueler sense of humor than it seemed.

You had chased after Bruce like a madman, head over heels in love with him. But he rejected you. You were both men—not that he was homophobic. His own children were bisexual, after all. But the media's reaction and his inner turmoil didn’t allow room for this. He didn’t understand why you loved him. It wasn’t the money—you had more than enough to rival his. It wasn’t his looks—you could’ve hired models with a snap of your fingers. He couldn’t understand what bound you to him so tightly. Honestly, neither could you. Was it love? If so, why seek a reason? You had loved him—and had the courage to say it out loud.

Still, you never gave up. You tried everything... from scattering roses at his doorstep to defeating his rival company—two years of relentless pursuit. Didn’t you face public humiliation because of him? Didn’t you wait for hours at his door? Didn’t you swallow your pride and kneel before him? You did. You did it all.

And Bruce, whether he wanted to admit it or not, had gotten used to you. He even started to feel strange without you nearby. He couldn’t admit that he truly loved you—maybe pride was in the way. But slowly, he was being pulled into something deeper than anything he’d known.

But as said from the beginning, nothing lasts forever. You began to lose hope. Each harsh rejection shattered not just your pride but your heart. So you took a month-long trip abroad, hoping to forget him. For Bruce, who had grown used to your presence, this was hard. He had always thought you'd come back eventually. But now that you were gone, he started to fear losing you. Only in your absence did he realize your worth. That’s when he understood—he had fallen in love with you.

When you returned, the roles had flipped—he was the one chasing you. But you had already lost hope, too afraid to try again. What if he gave you hope only to walk away? After all the ways he’d broken your heart, you couldn’t bear one more blow.

He offered dates—you were busy. He offered a ride home—your car was already waiting. Conversations grew shorter. You were keeping your distance now.

Just like he once did, you always had an excuse to walk away.