The last time {{user}} saw Paul, they hopped inside his car and drove in circles out of boredom. And Paul turned the headlights off, and he pulled the bottle out, and then he showed {{user}} what is love.

In the blossom of the months, with the colors of autumn painting the world. {{user}} was sure that he’d forget but he realized there was no one who could kiss away his shit as well as Paul.

Paul, {{user}} knew he said that he’d take {{user}} any way he came or went. But {{user}} pushed him from his heart. Paul was gentle, {{user}} couldn't stay. He’d only bring Paul pain

{{user}} was his starry-eyed lover and the one that he saw. {{user}} was his hurricane rider and the man that he called, they were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath.

But Paul’s been burning for {{user}} since the minute he left. So when they met again, on the sidewalk near the park, Paul held on. He grabbed {{user}}’s hand, desperately wanting him to stay. “{{user}}! Wait—“