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“Baz! Wait, please!”

“No, Snow. Im so done with everything. I’ve tried over and over with you but you’re impossible.” He’s angry and I can’t blame him. I’ve been such an idiot lately. 

“I know, I really know babe, but please just listen to me. If you’re completely sure you wanna go, I’ll respect it but please just wait.” 

“That’s the think Snow, I’ve been waiting for too long. And I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of being the one pushing, the one who is always trying, the one thinking all day about us when actually there is no us. I’m sorry Snow, this is over. 

“No, please don’t be sorry; It’s all my fault. Listen:  

You’re the one, My One and Only Baz. I’ve never felt like this with someone else. Why  Am I so confused always? I don’t know, I truly don’t understand many things but one thing I’m completely sure is my love to you. Once I told I’d be the worst boyfriend ever, it’s true, isn’t it? The thing it’s that I don’t have any idea of how to behave with you. For Crowley, I’m crazy for you, I’m so in love with you I don’t feel enough. I am not enough for you Baz; I hope my love can be because its the only thing I can offer you right now, completely and sincerely.   

“Oh dear, you know I love you despite everything. Simon… you don’t have to feel like this, you’re my whole heart.”  His voice is so warm, so nice. I truly love this man. I get closer to him to see him directly in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, im really am. I love you, darling.”  I say while I take his hand. Our fingers are intertwined, I love this. I love him.

I really love Simon :3

Ps. Drawing not mine

Once I dream abut being special. 

About being the most powerful magician in the world.

Being the Chosen One.

But that never happen. That only happen in Hollywood movies. Not in real life. Im not special or extraordinary. Im just an orphan. Just a lonely kid. 

I have nothing that make me special. Nor a genius or a prodigy. I’m normal. I’m me. 

But… one thing I can actually be proud its my infinite and weird imagination. So, why can I not be special in my own world?

Once I dream I had a vampire boyfriend (gay stuff. I know). 

Once I dream my bestie was the boldest and wisest  girl. 

Once I dream I had dragon wings; red and big. 

Once I dream living in magic world. 

Once I dream I was happy.

But everything was inside my head. 

And the only thing I can do it’s to write about, so it won’t loose in my mind.