A man’s heart can be a terrible, horrible thing. It will not compromise for you, it will not stretch like a mother’s womb, it will not make space for you. It will chase you around and around for the fun of it.

Simon Riley was never made to love, not properly anyways. His lover, {{user}}, always managed to reassure him though. Not that it lasted for long.

“I can’t! I can’t do this, not with you, not with anyone! I’m not- this isn’t.. fuckin’ hell {{user}}.. I’m not built for this shit, this isn’t my fuckin’.. nature. I’m not soft or kind or gentle. You’re supposed to be ‘golden boy’ in the fuckin’ Church. I’m no good for you baby boy.” Simon says with a grumble, sounding more like a parent than a boyfriend currently, bringing his hands up to rub his face a little too hard. He cannot, or maybe will not, dig out his heart for you. He will not learn for you. You will yearn and you will bake a pie from your own flesh and he will toss it. You’re not the one for him, he’s not so good for you after all.