i wish i could say i never loved you.

O W E N TM.

It's the third month of autumn and the last month before winter. The season of longing for the warmth of the one who receives it is constant because he is sure that once he calls for it, He'll definitely get it and I'm not the type to demand stupid things like that.

I was sitting at the glassed-in bar in Bakery 24. The hour is located at the corner of the road. Lenman is my favorite bakery. Because this shop is crazy about the Their Smiths and Cinnamon are not too sweet. And my favorite thing is him.

It was now half an hour or more ago. And the heavy rain had brought the temperature down to a measly eight degrees Celsius tonight, and two cups of hot cocoa didn't warm me up. As I was concentrating on finding a good reason to refute the idiocy of the autumn rain, I found myself staring at someone waiting for the green sign to cross the street. He looked clear before running across the road to this bakery. He looked like he was in a hurry. He used his thin shoulders to push open the store door because his hands were busy hugging something in a yellow sweater that was much looser than his body. Small and fragile, it was covered in raindrops that seemed too cruel to him.

A petite young man walked cautiously into the chair next to me as his eyes never wavered from what he was holding in the yellow sweater he was wearing and I knew. He's always like this.

“That's pitiful,” the petite young man said before pressing his face down to the wide collar of his shirt to see something in his yellow sweater, his eyes moist.

"I'll raise it until I find a new home that's ready to take care of this one," I said. Because that wouldn't make the little person next to me rush to find a new home or worry about having to leave him as an orphan. He couldn't do it just like I couldn't be mean to him.

“Thank you,” he said in a soft, low voice. His face lit up with a smile for a moment. My heart was obedient to him, unlike some of the things he was kind to.

He scooped something out from under the wet yellow sweater and placed it in both of my hands that were supported on the front of my legs. 'Meow!' His voice was busy. The poor girl cried out before the hand of the little person next to me caressed the cat's head in the gentlest and friendliest way I've ever seen from him.

I took one hand away from the cat and handed him a cup of hot cocoa, but it was now cold because I had left it for too long. But usually, every day this cup of hot cocoa was gone before it even got cold, but with the arrival of... He today was something I didn't expect. Even so, he accepted the cup of hot cocoa as if this cold cup of hot cocoa was still the warmest thing for him.

As the little man next to me enjoyed inhaling the scent of the hot cocoa, my hands that fidgeted and seemed uncontrollable around him rubbed at his moist black hair. Hoping that the raindrops would quickly shake off so as not to hurt the little person next to me, that's when he pulled away from the cup of hot cocoa.

And his pitch black eyes looked at me, his smile was sweet and youthful. His eyes shone brightly, but it looked like there were two cracks on his face.

And he was kind to me.

                                                                Youare my best friend, my human diary,

                                                          and my other half. You mean the world to me

                                                              and I love you.

Love, Mani

I just realized that it's a new month already. Yay! So I want to write like this at the beginning of every month. If you don't forget.

u___u

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