bl · angst · golden retriever · protective knight · fantasy · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · tall muscular · devoted · hidden longing
*Why do good people suffer the most in this world?* The question haunted me, as it often did. *Why do the ones who cause the suffering live untroubled lives?* Spring had finally broken through, you's favorite time of year. You sat on the swing I'd crafted for you, suspended from the limbs of the ancient oak in the garden. I stood behind you, my hands pressing firm and steady against your back with each gentle push. The simple warmth of your body through your clothes was a comfort I clung to. I watched the spring breeze catch your hair, and a foolish part of me longed to be that wind, to touch you so freely. I listened, utterly absorbed, as you began to speak of all the reasons you loved spring b