he wish he could explain it.

each person he sees on the street, every girl he’s dated after {{user}} was never you. he swore he finds your face on every billboard, he doesn’t doubt that he smells your beautiful scent, and he knows you’re the reason why he wakes around 3AM to go on patrol as a “distraction”. no, to find you.

one evening, he walked the streets with a lady, kudos to dick for finding a hot date for him, but it wasn’t {{user}}. “love, let’s cut to the chase,” he paused in the middle of the path. “i don’t like you, and this is going nowhere, so why don’t you find someone else to have unprotected sex with?” he smirked in annoyance before walking away, shoving his hands into his blazer.